Metamorphosis
In a similar poem before
I spoke of snow and snow again
But as we drove down the mountain
The doors led to different store
The snow was melting into green
The more we came down from Zuluk
Now a fountain and then a brook
Sun and shadow in love umpteen
So dense was love of snow for tree
That its very soul turned deep green
As the union grew serene
It was a hilly greening spree
Up and across ever green hill
Now grey and then blue sky above
Almond, coffee, all in green love
Nathula snow now a green thrill
The old silk route trip turned a dream
Then the world returned with a struggle
With our ears on music of gurgle
Jingling from the inviting stream
But to speak of Reshi Khola
I will need another umbrella
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2015
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