The Green Magic Mountain Poem by Bipin Patsani

Haven't you ever seen
The mesmeric museum of grandeur
on the green magic mountain?

Haven't you ever been
To the heaven of its cosmic closeness?
There the forest is full and fresh
With leaves bursting with life.
The fountain fondling the wind
On her lap, chimes the music of life
In her soft gentle murmurings.
And the graceful presence
Of something sweet makes everything
Alluring by the warmth of her glamour.

What is this delicate piece
That bids me the soothing touch of her wave
And whispers to me the poetry of eternity?
Who is this fairy with blue inviting eyes
Floating like boats around me?

The forest is my Gothic Cathedral
And the fountain my Holy Bible
Showing new vistas as much as I read.
But what is this mysterious being
That glides everywhere I look,
With so much of sweetness, so much mystery?