MA (March 27,1951 / India)

# A Captivated Audience...

The sombre glacier breaks
Eons of its icy silence
As a water fall,

From the deep crevice
In the mountain, it descends
Like a torrent…

The language it speaks
Can not be matched
By any human speech…

The valley resounds,
I gape, astounded over
The magic it weaves…

From east the Sun’s rays
Have come down to play,
The game of hide and seek…

As they filters down
Through the dense Deodars,
Water gushes like a child…

All creatures exult
The forest just
Seems lost in contemplation….

Sitting still, on a wooden bench
under a canopy
on a vantage point,
I wondered,
why are tears
flowing down my cheeks....?

by Mamta Agarwal

Comments (24)

Tears expresses the state of mind. Beautiful expression of feelings.
again, the last stanza has remainded me a play which written based on guruji tagore's a short story, where the main charecter young nature lover tenderly touch flowers and their leaves and become tearful! ! You great indeed Mamtaji!
10000000+ 'From the deep crevice In the mountain, it descends Like a torrent… The language it speaks Can not be matched By any human speech…' very pellucid picto........a deep look at the facts....... ammmmazing wording that imprinted.... really great! !
Ecstacy! ! ! ! ! ! Tears of happiness! ! ! ! That was the great bliss you felt of Nature.......Vivid portrayal with apt and rather stunning end.
Great write! Such an adorable piece!
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