Friday, September 14, 2012

Poem: Mountains !

Sky high,
Shadows behind,
They stand with all their might,
And all their glory.

Man should learn,
To be straight,
And to be that respectable,
Something they have.

Sometimes blue,
Sometimes grey,
They play hide and seek
With all the colours in them.

Like a knight
Ready with his sword,
To charge in a battle field
They appear.

P.S. Wrote this poem while travelling back from K.S.A. One more 15 minutes poem.