Sonnet On The Himalayas Poem by Santanu Banerjee

The Himalayas rise with timeless grace,
A fortress vast, where heaven meets the earth.
Their peaks, like sentinels, the skies embrace,
In whispered winds, they hum of nature's birth.

The snow-capped crowns like silver flames aglow,
Reflecting sun, they shimmer in the morn.
Majestic mountains, ancient as they grow,
Their silence speaks, where endless thoughts are born.

Each gust of wind, a gentle sigh divine,
The rivers roar like wisdom's endless stream.
Before such power, man must bow, resign,
And in their presence, life becomes a dream.

They carve the soul, like sculptors in the stone,
And teach the heart that it's not flesh alone.