Summit Poem by K B Manchanda

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.......