The Mountains Call

Shristee Singh posted under PenMuse-11 Poetry on 2019-09-17



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. ___________________ Glossary Ramayana: ancient Indian epic Mahabharata: ancient Indian epic Deodar: tree native to Himalayas ___________________ ___________________