Last night I
received an email from Neelima Vallangi announcing
that I've won the 1st place in a contest hosted
on her blog in association with GIO
Adventures.
The contest had a single question - “What is about Himalaya that fascinates you the most?” It was a simple question and yet with a potential to leave many fumbling for words. The task to explain what makes mountain lovers like me, fall head over hiking boots in love with Himalaya is nothing less than challenging.
My entry for this contest happened to be this poem on Himalaya that I had written about 4 months back, particularly for this contest.
I would like to dedicate this winning poem to none other than the Himalaya - to you, my heart forever belongs...
The contest had a single question - “What is about Himalaya that fascinates you the most?” It was a simple question and yet with a potential to leave many fumbling for words. The task to explain what makes mountain lovers like me, fall head over hiking boots in love with Himalaya is nothing less than challenging.
My entry for this contest happened to be this poem on Himalaya that I had written about 4 months back, particularly for this contest.
I would like to dedicate this winning poem to none other than the Himalaya - to you, my heart forever belongs...
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| Mt. Everest (Source) |
It’s a
story of once upon a time,
When in a
land far far away,
I set
foot upon a high mountain,
Not
knowing I was here to stay.
Hiking
up, I reached a meadow,
Where
grew many exotic flowers,
It was
magical, a beauty so pure,
As I sat
there, time flew in hours.
I was all
alone in this wilderness,
Finding
solitude under an open sky.
The
mystic breeze beckoned me,
To follow
a stream that gushed by.
Walking
ahead on moss laden land,
I found a
lake blanketed in mist.
All
around it were tall mountains,
Mountains
that were cloud kissed.
As the
last rays of the glorious sun,
Touched
the towering snowy peak,
I was
awed by the play of colours,
A mix of
crimson ‘n orange streak.
Wrapped
in the arms of darkness,
Billions
of stars twinkled above.
It was at
this moment, looking up,
I lost my
heart and fell in love.
Never had
I seen as many stars,
In a
city, even on a cloudless night.
Nor the
Orion, nor Great Bear,
But here
I could see them bright.
What else
could I’ve asked for,
To make
my soul feel content?
But the
silhouette of the mountain,
And the
glowing light of my tent.
In the
silence of the mountains,
I found
answers that I sought.
I was
humbled, my ego shattered,
In its
vastness I felt like a dot.
They call
this place Himalaya,
Grand it
stands, proud ‘n high.
A moment
here feels like eternity,
Here time is lost, and so am I.
© 2016 Sanghita Nandi. All Rights Reserved.
This poem or any
portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever
without the express written permission of the writer.
Here time is lost, and so am I.
© 2016 Sanghita Nandi. All Rights Reserved.
