The Mountains Call
It stands majestically
sublime yet grand.
Protecting and shielding realms
through boundless time.
Abode of mortals and divine,
Land of sages recluse.
Sacred are its quarters!
Hermits seek wisdom in its lap
pursuing heavenly ladder.
At the crack of dawn
Spreads the auriferous glow.
As upon the snow-clad peaks
Wraps the seraphic mist.
Filling one with delight
the land of snow and thunder.
Where mighty rivers glide
breathing vales with life.
Panoramic arresting views,
inaccessible valleys bestow.
The mountains legendary,
land of mortals and mythical!
Soaring peaks aloft clouds,
shrouded with mysteries.
During sanguine days
caste a beatific charm.
The gales play with deodars
and sun, rendering salutary shade.
The night falls magnifying its silhouette,
As stars and moon shape its crown.
Mystic mountains, ancient and old
manifold tales they have in store.
Ramayana to Mahabharat
Recounting legends of yore.
The mountains now wail,
a clarion call for help.
Remote corners that were unsullied,
where none could delve
are littered with debris and trash.
Come and clean its fields
before the vales choke and die.
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Glossary
Ramayana: ancient Indian epic
Mahabharata: ancient Indian epic
Deodar: tree native to Himalayas
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