Title : BEAUTY Of ALASKA Sipra Roy
W175/ Lines33
I lost my heart in the beauty of Alaska.
The native Americans named it Aly-Eska
Which meant for them ‘great land’!
I wonder to think how visionary
Were the ancestors by their instinct
To imagine such a potential name in the mind!
Eon after eon the yellow metal remained
Hidden under the rocky glaciers
Unknown to the universe;
But alas! as the river Yukon
Carried some yellow-nugget in her bosom
Attracted crazy gold-bees in the land to flock upon .
Some of them earned fortune,
while the most were buried under avalanche
In quest of scary gold rush as martyrs,
Without leaving any trace for us to search
To view White Pass and river Yukon
We, the eager tourists boarded on
The narrow excursion railroad
Under which the nature laid
Frozen sepulture of thousand deads
Who came once from the far land to venture
The way by paving rail-road in this pristine land.
The sigh-of that tragic part of history
Offered by the crew guide to the amateure tourists
Who were sharing and relishing with snacks and coffee!
The history of gold and greed shocked me.
With awe and aching heart, viewed I
Nature’s cruelty behind such celestial beauty!
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