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The Dance on the Mountain Peaks

At Paro of Bhutan I found the clouds Gathering over the snow white peaks Over the summit the deep blue shroud Kept looking on in dazed disbelief If one takes up my fountain pen Or snatches my favourite umbrella Restless naturally are all the grains Confusion arrives in the sweet tabla White clouds start fondling the peaks Drawings of beautiful chaos emerge Surge of colourfully deep drum beat Dance in the white peaks go berserk Rises from the foothills the peace palm Lifted in the air from a milky white lotus In the eyes smiling the poems of psalm Enjoy in peace, ---says a voice sonorous I quieted my pen and put down the notebook In bliss kept fixated my blue pacific look _______________________________________ Tabla : A small drum or pair of drums of India turned to different pitches and played with the hands : In Dictionary.com May 2, 2016

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Date: 7/2/2016 3:24:00 PM
Great write my friend
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Probir Gupta
Date: 7/3/2016 1:04:00 AM
Thyank you ...
Date: 5/2/2016 5:13:00 PM
well explined view sir.........
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Probir Gupta
Date: 5/2/2016 8:26:00 PM
Thanks Mr. Tanwar...
Date: 5/2/2016 1:54:00 PM
YES! I am there with you and have the snap shot and the story. Thank you for allowing me a view through your window. Lovely!
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Probir Gupta
Date: 5/2/2016 8:27:00 PM
Glad that you shared my window
Date: 5/2/2016 12:59:00 PM
Mr Gupta, Intriguing poem with amazing imagery. Enjoyed every stanza. Ending is also remarkable.............with love.
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Probir Gupta
Date: 5/2/2016 8:31:00 PM
Yes, Manmath, Thank you. Glad a fresh flower like you liked it... Mere descriptive and educational poems I am not in favour of....