The Summit stood high
teaches to touch height
to hold the head high
The contours and curves
On them Icy water verve
I stood in front of it
and asked
What are u waiting for?
i see the clouds play
with your face they
swipe and sway...
Mountain smiled
I am here as I say good bye
to the waters icy chilled
go long way in a shape called river
Before their departure
they promise to return
I give farewell to the stream
But they come back to me
In shape of the mist
To embrace me and to kiss...
So I am standing alone
waiting for someone
who had promised to come.......
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