In Darjeeling's gardens, where whispers dwell,
Tales unfold, in misty spell.
Amidst the tea leaves, stories bloom,
In nature's embrace, tales resume.
Romantic whispers beneath moon's glow,
Love's tender dance, in verdant flow.
Two hearts entwined, amidst the green,
In Darjeeling's gardens, love is seen.
Through corridors of time, history weaves,
Colonial echoes, amidst the leaves.
Legacy of labor, struggles told,
In Darjeeling's gardens, stories old.
Families intertwined, generations strong,
Roots run deep, in hills where they belong.
Dreams and conflicts, aspirations high,
In Darjeeling's gardens, life's sigh.
Mystery shrouded in mist's embrace,
Secrets hidden, in time and space.
Intrigue unfolds, amidst the breeze,
In Darjeeling's gardens, whispers tease.
Social realities, stark and clear,
Labor's toil, in shadows near.
Inequality's tale, amidst the green,
In Darjeeling's gardens, truth unseen.
So let the stories, in gardens reside,
In Darjeeling's beauty, they'll abide.
Through our own eyes, we'll explore,
The beauty of the tea garden more and more.
~Krishna Acharya
BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.
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