The Himalayas
The boy was excited like anything else,
Like a new born child who wants nothing else,
So excited was he that he was heading towards a drain,
Which had not been closed since the last rain,
The man who saved him asked,"Where have you kept your brain",
The boy kept quiet as he was still dreaming,
And was in his dreamland where he was still screaming,
Everything was a normal a week ago,
But I will surely tell you what happened a week ago,
The boy had received a letter from his friend,
Which he had surely written to make him moan,
Dear friend he wrote The Himalayas are surely at a place you can never imagine,
Amidst the blue skies it lies,
Stretching so high that even a bird can't fly,
Covered with a blanket of snow,
Surely whiter than your marble floor,
It is surely the most beautiful place to where I have ever been,
By describing its beauty in this letter more and more,
I think I am deceiving its beauty more and more,
After reading the unfinished letter,the boy as usual went into a depression,
Now,I am sure you can imagine what happened a week later in succession,
So, horrible was his situation that he was even called a mental patient,
Don't pity on the child as the child was none other than I,
And seriously today standing before The Himalayas,I ask myself,"Am I still dreaming.......???...".
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