Mountain Cries

The dusty hurling wind guided the darker cloud Towards the stony shrine of a lonesome mountain. With a roaring thunder, mountain cried out loud And tears flooded its bosom in disguise of rain. The bosom which is full of painful dry volcano That sighed and waited for coming out in rage. Instead with its teary rain tuned a pale piano To sing a melacholic note of torn lyrical page. Mountain,with toughness, cries with soft heart Thorough deep smoky sighs, thunders and rains. No one seeks its rocky heart, internally burnt Or empathizes with its unsoothed thorny pains.