The damsel with the verdant moss-quiet-turf-clad...
high on the Earth, stretches her slender arms...
to the glittering horizon..drive me so crazy and mad...
I go...Every wild lilac that articulates...
and adorn her, make her perfect...
the misty veil..that hides her charm, to let...
...us float in the crooks of curiosity...
the fruits of pines that hang to and fro...
the woods that form a complex tapestry...
adds the flavour, the rustling wind that blows...
carry away her whisper down the valley...
divinely lay that the birds twitter ...
make her beauty ..Spell-bound...
the cascade of the springs..that seems...
a lock of hair that curls down...
those rhododendrons form vermillion on her forehead...
don't you feel, that it tantalizes you?
the natural charisma, divine beauty and timid hue...
...don't you feel that you fell in love?
with nature-
A perfect highland love!
- Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
Naturally Nepal
[ I wrote this poem on my way up to Indian Hills.....so want to dedicate it to Uttarakhand's high Himalayas]
11:18 am, June 23rd,2009,
Josimath, Uttarakhand, India
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