Where the mountains of Meghalaya touch the sky,
And the clouds of the border go galloping by.
Jaflong awaits with its bed full of stone,
A kingdom of beauty that the river has known.
The Piyain flows clear over boulders of gray,
Washing the dust of the mountains away.
Each pebble is polished, each stone is a gem,
Under the water's bright, crystalline hem.
The tea-gardens watch from the hills up above,
As the river-folk work with a labor of love.
Collecting the treasures the currents have brought,
In the sparkle of light that the water has caught.
From the hanging bridge to the rocky-edged shore,
Where the silence is broken by the river's soft roar.
It's the edge of the world where the blue meets the green,
The clearest reflection that the eyes have ever seen.