by Bala Iyer
[box]Inspired by what he saw in the Khandala Ghats when he went trekking, Bala Iyer pens a poem, describing the moment.[/box]I stood at the edge of the mountain path
looking at the valley below,
marveling at the handiwork
of the river, gone dry eons ago.
A distant thunder rolled and shook
the earth below and beyond,
and soon a cold, stormy wind blew
sending shivers down my spine.
Up in the sky a flock of birds,
whistled and winged their way to safety,
from the woods nearby I heard a peacock cry,
ushering in the torrential rain that soon fell.
Drenched wet, I saw across the valley,
the tantalizing sight of a rainbow form,
As mother nature played her pulsating rhythm,
I let myself go, and danced, like a man possessed.
Pic : dinesh valke – http://www.flickr.com/photos/dinesh_valke/
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