A TRIP OF HIMALAYAS


My volition did fly
To have a view at Himalayas
And smelt the fragrance
Of that beautiful dale.


There the cold zephyr
Wakeful flowing rills
Lovely pine trees
And snow covered high hills.



And melted my heart
In that sweet moonlight
Which reflected on the
Surface of the lakes.



From the frost peaks,
Which flash as gold
By the shiny moonlight,
I saw the yellow streams.

G. MURALI.
05.07.1995.