Walking through floating clouds in a vale;
Only sound of rushing water, as we exhale
Out the white smoke one day, early December.
With envy I watch hill folk walk at leisure.
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I read this one in museindia. Actually to write a comment on this poem only I returned to PH. This is a great piece Mamtaji. Describing so vividly an event in life so beautifully, so vividly, with a dash of humour is not easy. This is a splendid exhibition of your poetic prowess. As Pujaji was observing, you take us, along with your world, into your beautiful world....Great piece indeed.
and finally i too washed my tired feet in the cool waters!
Refreshing, hilarious and joyous expedition I have enjoyed vicariously along with you!
You succeed in carrying one on the clouds, mamta; simply Beautiful!
This is absolutely gorgeous verse, Mamta. You've got me walkin' on air! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! FjR
A poetess' eye roaming over the hills and dales Browsing Nature's beauteous bounty on the way, Springs and waterfalls and their refreshing music Take away the fainting fatigue of the weary day. CP
I ENJOYED READING THIS POEM AS MUCH AS YOU -TAKING BATH IN THE CHILLED WATER! AS A DOC, I RECOMMED SOME BRANDY AND HOT WATER TO BE SIPPED SOON AFTER, TO PREVENT A COLD! THANKS FOR SHARING MAMTA JI! - Raj