[Wrote this piece aboard a small train on a beautiful cool day of January 2012 ….precisely on 02/01/2012]
In the empire of the Great Khan, we stroll away,
Our train crossing layers and layers of white carpet spread up to the horizon
White Mountains staring at us lazily as we move past of them
Cattle grazing whatever remains on the land, chewing cud bit by bit,
With a big snow-clad mountain standing in the background,
A small village with few houses and some electric poles look us back in our eyes
Where a man walks far away, going back to his home slowly,
Somewhere near, a black dog chases the car playfully,
And a horse jumps a small wall with an easy gallop
While a small goods train rolls away lazily to some hinterland
To the land we once belonged.
Where are we going?
To the good old and white mountains where once we flew away to the plains
There is a bird flying high, singing the winter song.
Some grass is hoping for the spring to come, but till then braving the chill of winter.
Love is as pure feeling as you taste the fresh snow by the tip of your tongue,
Sun shines in the east,
Snow is sparkling like the stars of the Milky-way,
Where are we going?
To the good old and white mountains where once we flew away to the plains
It’s good to be home and love pure like white snow,
Let this love spread into layers and layers like white snow,
Like it does in the empire of the Great Khan.
“Khan” is an originally Altaic and subsequently Central Asian title for a sovereign or military ruler, widely used by medieval nomadic Turko-Mongol tribes living to the north of China. Read more below…
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