The Beautiful Himalayan Hills

On moving down the hill

I encounter scenes beautiful

On moving up the hill

I can feel the increasing chill

The winter sun is bright

The birds twitter and chirp

In the pond swans swim

Soon the sky will transpose

And will be filled with clouds

I can sense it full well

Then there'll be snow

And the earth shall be white

The beautiful ferns and deodars

Shall be cast in silver

As the blooming and loving winter.

Amidst all this

There is the wildlife

Of the Jungles of Kumaon

There are deer and tigers

There are bears and vultures

What not is there in this diversity

Among this nature manifested world

Sparrows and mynahs haunt the trees

The cranes from the west

Come here in freedom

And in the sky they fly

In chains and in streaking lines up high

Sometimes lost in the thick fog

Sometimes under the sunny sky.

Here is the himalayan essence

As soothing & majestic

Are the lofty mounts

That one sees from here

With trees in the foregroung

Their silvery tops turn sanguine

As the sun dawns and as it sets

Resting beneath a mighty tree

I am lost in this pulchritude

My soul feels harmony

And it longs to be here for eternity

To be mingled with this god's creation lovely

My spirit clamours & cries to join this imagery

Afraid to be away back among the beings

For their this grace and symmetry

That lies within them

Has somewhere in dormant slumber

Forgotton its identity

Who in the worldly bargains

Have corrupted themselves

Losing that which is eternal bliss

And in their insatiaty

Search that which is their inner being.