Dancing Highway - Raben Lotha (BA 2nd Semester)

In the hub of Purana Bazar,

Locked in Dimapur’s heart,

There’s a highway “dancing”!

You may not know…

But this road is an offshoot

Of NH-29, a silk route.

At the most,

A few hundreds and then some,

Travellers, weary and shakey,

Pass by to reach their destinies.

It ebbs and flows,

Growing mucky in July,

Half painted black for the rest.

This fateful “dancing highway”;

It’s outlandish and it’s daft!

But I wish you take

A ride takes that way.

And know how, like my hunch.

The weather is going to turn

Nasty and mucky again.

Oh! “YOU” Billionaire,

You fly high in the sky,

Thundering across the rustic area,
Like a shooting star.

And do not know,

What my hunch feels like.

Hear me, I pray!

Do not let the road

Dance and and fall like waves.

This road is for

Every Nation, tongue, and tribe.

And now it’s the time,

The day and the year,

To rebuild the “Dancing Highway”.



Image courtesy - Sunil Deepak (2015)