Ill- favored world







 

Best of buddies, four of us

Biking in the terrains of Himalayas

Abode of nature inviting greens

Blooming flowers & dried leaves

Enchanting waterfalls with mineral rich waters

We halted to sneak peek the scenic beauty

 

Humming the song, a lass of ten

Carrying the bamboo basket

Light-footed stepping on wildflower carpet

Busy picking fruits and flowers

Inhaling the aroma of soft breeze

Smiling and dancing lightly to her tune

 

Mesmerizing song and scenic beauty

We tip toed closer for the tuneful treat

Rivetted in her melodies

She gleefully played the tunes

A world of ecstasy and quietude

In unison with site and song

 

Closer we went to accolade her song

Cheered, complimented and applauded

Bewildered and frightened at the sight

Basket of fruits and flowers tumbled down

Timid and timorous uptight she ran

Echoing silence in the hills


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