The Himalayas Poem by Maanasa Bhaskar

Oh! ! ! you queen of snow
the sky kisses your forehead.
You do not admit that you are old.
You are yound at the midst of day & night,
You are named the young fold mountain
You carry the pride India to the sky,
Snow covers you with the cap of honour wich,
influences the illuminating sun.
You roof of the earth, stand there with
a beloved force of enchanting white.
The brooks & streams flowing at your foothills
emerge as a Tarai and disappear as Babar.
Your streams are the flowing mirrors.
The clouds swing as a excesive pendulum,
TICK TOCK! ! ! !
It hails, snow down through your slopes,
You are triumphantly from the ancient
bed of the Tethys sea.
You are the Mystical, Majestic, Mythical
of the emperors! ! ! !
Oh! ! ! magnificient beauty,
you are the one closest to my heart.
Up the mountains of your beauty
we wished to climb.
The wish really became a wish,
and sneaked out as dreams.
If some nerd, woul have found a device
that projects the flashes of the past
and could make a difference! ! ! !
I would have been with you
to enjoy your glory, beauty,
and the crystal white.
My soul says, that someday,
I will be there with you.
To describe you my pen drowns with tears.
You are a book of memories,
which could not be flipped to pages.
YOU ARE A EMERGENCE OF THEE! ! ! ! ! ! ! !