Saturday, July 14, 2007

To Kuduremukh Hills.

Oh Blue Mountain
Why are you hiding thyself by,
Those snowy clouds?
Can't I have a single glimpse
Over thy Vallies deep!
Edges steep!
How can you stand still for
Long aloof hours?
Don't you feel like flying
With thy feathered tiny comrades?
One Day,
When sun is young,
Rain droplets do sing,
I'll climb the coloured bow
at a strech!
And reach the aloft land
on thy rocky bed!
To feel thy eternal beauty
Alive or Dead!!!

Created on 24th Oct, 2004.

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