Mighty peaks, seemingly firm and unmoved,
Melt down in a mere monsoon,
Into a collective wail of a thousand waterfalls.
It shall last the season.
Overdressed in an exotic fur of green,
and fuzzy clouds against will into an unfitting headgear,
The mountains with their expanded bases, finally at rest,
Are watching and sobbing.
Baked and cracked all summer,
abandoned by their own family in search of more capable fathers.
Left alone to contemplate on this strange destiny
In the company of some wilting dry branches.
A harsh summer indeed.
Today with everyone home,
Nothing seems overdressed, nothing too much.
The joy so great, that smiles fail.
The mountains are weeping in joy of homecoming.
It shall last the season.
Melt down in a mere monsoon,
Into a collective wail of a thousand waterfalls.
It shall last the season.
Overdressed in an exotic fur of green,
and fuzzy clouds against will into an unfitting headgear,
The mountains with their expanded bases, finally at rest,
Are watching and sobbing.
Baked and cracked all summer,
abandoned by their own family in search of more capable fathers.
Left alone to contemplate on this strange destiny
In the company of some wilting dry branches.
A harsh summer indeed.
Today with everyone home,
Nothing seems overdressed, nothing too much.
The joy so great, that smiles fail.
The mountains are weeping in joy of homecoming.
It shall last the season.
Lovely piece of work! You write really really well! The thing I liked the most is the structure(more the lack of it) and how you've skillfully crafted atmosphere without getting bound into restrains of usual prosody! keep writing! :)
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Aditi
Thanks a lot !! And the day has just begun :)
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