MOUNTAIN > [ part-1]
The mountain, hard strong and stubborn
Stands still by its own, ages eon, not known
Since ages eon, he was still standing alone.
Sun, rain, wind throughout the season,
Failed to disturb him for long .
He was unaware that his body has crack!
One morning he was shocked but amazed
With the mystifying soft cooling touch,
Of some shiny silver-line of water
Melting down through his crack!
Curiously as he broadened his heart—
Instantly foamy snow-white ripples of stream
Poured down fluttering with new vitality,
And musical sound echoed all around;
The mountain yelled, ‘don’t leave me alone;
Stop going far, stay embracing me, darling!’
Giggling and bouncing answered the stream
‘My life is in flowing!’ how to share you
How much fun and romance lie ahead
To explore the pristine land, by cutting edge,
I’m never destined to be stagnant in one!
I can’t stop until I meet my beloved ocean.
The mountain could neither move nor yell
Only some pieces of rock dropped down
From his mournful cracked heart,
To be swept away by the flowing river!
The stream assured him humming as she running,
“I may come back to you some day,
If raging sun of summer elopes me
In the windy chariot of floating cloud
To be dashed against your lofty body
As shower of rain to calm you, rocky dear!
Though I’m not sure whether you or
Your brethren will give me shelter !
In silent pain the mountain remained mum
Only to swear silently, ’once you come back
I will captivate you in my deep heart
And never to be released at any cost .
MOUNTAIN [ Part -2]
Kind Nature kisses soothingly on
The crack of Rocky Mountain;
No sooner the cracks were covered
With mossy green, soft and velvet;
Rain showers to adorn the Valley of rock
To fulfill loving Nature's wish !
With timber at bottom and rich greenery.
Chirping birds gather to cheer up in the morning;
The peaks were crowned with silvery snow
To glitter so gorgeous with sun's reflection
To make envy even the heaven!
Nature consoles rocky in her lap
"Are you happy now, my son?
"your body is now covered with gorgeous green
The peaks glitter with silvery crown;
Wherever the 'restless 'stream flows down,
Bound to wash your feet first until to meet the end
Lots of stream may origin from your bosom,
To touch and worship your feet
You are no more alone, my son!
Always be with flora and fauna for fun.
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