Poetry

 

An Ode To The Mountains

A bushy little plant stood all alone

It stood  upright in the heat of Noon

It nodded slightly, when cold winds blew

It was the plant , of about no one knew

It flowered and bloomed,  with its own sweet will,

It was complete with fruits and stood still

And there was no space for something to fill

It looked up to the sun for bright Sunlight 

And to the moon for cooler nights

all of sudden it felt a warmth behind

And turned and looked at the mountain high

It questioned  the snowcapped peaks with sad eyes

Why should I miss you when you are away

Oh! Thou mountains, can’t you show me the way

Oh! Mysterious peaks I yarn to Learn 

How does the snow covering you make you warm?

The gigantic peaks stood tall and still

And not to be disturbed its peace at will

Unknowingly the little plant bowed it bit

But shuddered, when the truth struck it!

- Pankaj Mala