As the nimbostratus grows darker
And the sun conceals itself behind Mt. Kanchendzonga
The torrential downpours of July graces our land
The land of rejuvenated hopes and of upbeat people
Who suspend all activities and enjoy this graceful downpour
Diligent farmers, playfully, yet efficiently sow rice
And here I am busy packing for I have to depart soon
To the land where the humidity is high, and hopes low
I pray for the cruel hands of time to pause
To let me drench in this downpour
And enjoy this exhilarating inertia a little more
But sadly as it always has- the hands get going
And now I have to leave for the land
The land of sapped hope and unfamiliar voices
The land of intermittent rain
Sporadic joy and constant pain
These depressing thoughts weigh me down
But just as the rain retreats for the day
Only to return again the next morrow
I too shall return to this joyful land
Until then, goodbye Sikkim!
doomed dilettante 