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| The snow caps like iceberg tips Float above the clouds unseen Peaceful low foothills salute the air Like faithful minions guard across the ranges Like flying flowers the colourful birds Dot and dart in between the trees At night the constellations lean to kiss The sleeping green goodnight Quiet ,occasional huts reclining , Over the soft inclines sleep Oh to carry the chirps, the whistles, the caws and coos! Enwrapped in pine essence like conifers in cones do I can only earn myself a poem From this visit to a wealthy forest Nothing of the cool zephyr it has Nothing of the mysteries of truth Neither the microscopic detail Nor the bird eyes view Like a lover writes in oblivion, With half opened eyes I do. -Pooja Chopra |