Theme: Meditation

Song of Snow Ranges



Far from home, towering peaks and white slopes,
I gaped as sunrays quietly danced on snow;
Folded hands piously as mountains prayed.
Some clouds glowing, in bluest sky did sail.

Sun had traced patterns, myriad shapes and sizes.
Shaded my eyes, with my hand, feeling a bit blind.
The rays diffused as the sun slowly climbed;
A glimpse of folks, perhaps of an ancient tribe…

A raven perched on a far off hallowed peak;
It didn’t seem to move or open its beak.
Heavens must have opened up while I slept,
In white satin sheets was draped rough terrain.

It was still, till I heard temple bells ring,
Resonate through the contemplating hills.
Despite layers of clothes my skin felt cold,
For what I heard, had never been foretold.

Snow leopard stepped out of a crevice
Eyes on summit, whiskers with thin ice stiff.
Winter shimmered in a mantle pristine
Snow ranges sang of progress of pilgrims.

Snow still soft, rolled it globe-like in my hands.
Far from home, I felt at peace with myself.
Went on my knees, softly started to sing
A long cherished family anthem and hymn.    

06-Oct-2012

More By  :  Mamta Agarwal

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Comments on this Poem

Comment A meditating poet's heart breathes joys of life and divinity. Lovely composition, great description of nature. 'Deepest blue', that is what you see in high sky and heaven! Thank you.

Kumarendra Mallick
07-Oct-2012 08:34 AM


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