The hills wake slower now,
Their outlines broken by rising roofs.
Along the Kavery's ancient bends,
The banks grow heavier with what the river did not ask...
Upon the barren,freezing slopes,
Under the old holy tree,
Lay still the last rifleman,
Now passed on into history.
As his warm blood trickled out,
Onto the frozen white...
From across the blazing plains of Assam,
Along the mighty Brahmaputra we rode.
Soon climbing through the winding roads,
To the gateway of Arunachal….Tezpur.
At times in the...