a poem by Mayank Mohan Pande

Twelve miles to the west of Tanakpur town,
there was a forest rest called Chini.
All animals from elephants to kakars
visited it in the monsoon when bridges were not many.
The farmers pricked the Jumbos with their round pellets,
and the mammoths took note of it with a frown,
One day the Yankees camped,
got boozed and burnt our Chini FRH down.