Mountain Days
First morning rays hitting Himalaya's peak,
Lightening up grandma's wrinkled cheek.
Must be a regular day for spinister planting tea,
A shepherd far from home watches cattles roam free.
Travellers taking shelter under a pippal tree,
Embracing of loved ones,as they can foresee.
New arrival thinking where the mountain trail leads to,
Craving to see the end, he preches to have a view.
Mother's call their loved ones as dawn approaching,
As night descends,peace deepens and awaits new beginning.
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