Monday, December 23, 2013

Of Hills And Mountains


A lonesome peak, snowy white,
A tree or two, rest shining bright,
Four black specks skirting their way by its side,
Two ahead, with their long stride,
And two falling behind.
No care no worries, just the goal in mind,
Fiery man and fiery nature, they bind,
Black among the green and white,
A sure spectacle, a sure sight,
With each trudging face, bright.
Mother, Father, Son, and Daughter,
Together on this quest, hardly any bother,
God's will, and their will,
All merged, in the right fill,
Going on, till their goal they fulfil.
A lonesome peak, snowy white,
A tree or two, rest shining bright,
Four black specks skirting their way by its side,
Two ahead, with their long stride,
And two falling behind.

(Thoughts after a family hike in Manali)