A haven of flora,
An assemblage of rivers
When entered, you feel an aura
An excitement that could give quivers
Clouds that float and roam around,
High o’er hills and vales
Come quite often to the ground,
To share with us their exciting tales
Khasi, Jaintia, Garo and Boro,
Are some tribes living in hills here
People live, tourists go,
To see living root bridges there
Every spot has its own taste,
And this one definitely does too
Jadoh and Doh-Nei Long aren’t to waste
I’m pretty sure they’ll be liked by you
By now, you must be quite curious ‘n intrigued,
And wanting to know what this place is
The Abode of Clouds’ it translates to indeed,
Meghalaya it is, this source of endless bliss.
November, 2024
