Mountains
Whispers handsome infinity
Time stands still in the vicinity
Mountains that I love to see
Clouds hug them with impish glee
I am fortunate in my tent at Wang Di
On the top are my birds of pinkish hue
They slip out at my tempted palm
Mountains teach me how to sit and stare
Not to touch and instead satiate my gaze
At the play of lucky dreams on the cloud-hugged peaks
Wind blows into the rhododendrons
I want to rush inside the hug of clouds and flowers
Mountains teach me a lesson of not to hasten
Instead unfasten knots of beauty feelingly
I smile and say, it’s indeed very lovely
Wishing to smell the valley I step ahead
I’m about to lay my cheek on the velvet of the slopes
Mountains ask me not to get so tightly close
Instead inhale the aroma arising from the body
I envy the lambs that graze there to their heart’s content
Were I a lamb free to taste the valley and hill
But then the touch of timelessness would have been missing perhaps
Two dimples come out charmingly as the mountains say so
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July 9, 2016
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016
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