A Pretty Mountain. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

A Pretty Mountain.



Oh! beloved mountain, I born in your laps
I grew in your valley as a play boy
Without knowing the pain of livelihood
Without knowing the essence of life

Oh! beloved mountain, I kept the friendship
So as a beloved elder one gratifying the little child
You used to smile in the morning
When the sun raised you told to keep cool
To save my tender skin from sunlight burns.

Oh! beloved mountain, time goes in such a speed
My life is gone together in such speedy way
You still stands as a witness of happenings
I cried sometimes before you hoping to be consoled
Which you promptly told me to calm myself

I sometimes complained about my woes in silence
As a grand man you consoled me many times
When someone departed in my home, giving me tears
You silently looked me with a sad emotion.

Oh! beloved mountain you are my oldest friend
You are the savior of this humble soul
You are protector, the lovable and all
Without you I cannot face the life situations.

Oh! beloved mountain, you stands in heights
With giant trees makes you so beautiful
When the rain comes, you looks enchanted
You are proud, dignified and keeps dignity
As a mountain, you are the silent witness of all.

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nature so wonderful and enchanting.
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