Mountain Poem by Susanta Pattnayak

Mountain,
An assiduous carving by the mother sculptor,
for ages, of allegorical, parabolic curls..
curls atop curls, curls beneath curls.

Stiff cliffs ahead, abysmal valley beside
I rode through the curly-curvy mountain side
leaving mundane wavy-chores way behind.

Dawn aroma budding through
dusky crescent fading away,
From between the curls, a milky white fall
throws itself at a high force,
Huts cling to a distant slope, like jewels stud a necklace
A rivulet flows through the valley at it's jolly pace
a bumpy stone, an earthy pimple when it passes,
a deep curly dimple that it blushes.
Trees firmly rooted to earth between the stones,
upsurge towards heaven, in constant contest to catch the sun
Birds, animals, beasts fiddle the place
mother nature at her elegant best.

Mountain has life
it speaks, it cries.
Put your ear to the stones for stories they tell
Listen the caves intently, for those sing you fables
Listen to their gossips, under the shade of those trees
Sit with the brook, share her shy, her silent cry
Or the mountain tears,
stored hidden, in a smooth stone box, for years.