Poetry - Memories

                            Memories

                 Whilst in Kangra hills

One even, as I watched from the boat

drifting down the fuzzy stream

rejuvenation assailed me

I saw an idle shepherd

leading the herd of woolly sheep:

The woods and meadows they enjoy

They cry, they uplift their emotions

They throw about cascades of milieu

in retrospect; I got a closer look

                                     at life......

I still recall those nights

those cold gloomy sleepless winter nights

sitting by the silvery waterfall

trying to smell the yet unbloomed flowers

trying to peer across the lofty mountains

trying to understand life...

                     oh! thou mountains

                    I still remember thee

and I wish

I could there be again.

-Pankaj Mala