Far away in the North

There lives an aged woman

Inheriting a rich legacy

of ecological wealth

of birds, of trees, of winds

And of misty mountains.

 

She has a story to tell

Though now silenced

She has six siblings

All dwellers of mountain

Each one smiling beautifully

And carries an aura of serene solitude.

 

Enjoying the flopping winds,

Light breeze that caress them gently and warmly

The fog encircles them

As though like a garland

At times can hear

Amidst the soft voices of shallow waters

The trampling shrieks of an unknown terror.

 

The silvery dance of the waters

Wear a chill and scary look

She laments:

Days of love are lost

Fear rides the green valley

With an austere look.

Hearts are emptied of fine feelings

Hands which once held the flowers of love

Now hold the ice of hatred.

Fragrance of love is lost

Ordour of hate prevails

Our hearts dart and rush in vain

Wait for the mountains

To scatter the hues of harmony

As the sun rises,

I wish to be in the pamphering arms of love.

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Prof. (Dr.) Chitra T. Nair

Government Arts & Science College, Kanjiramkulam, Thiruvananthapuram, Kerala, India