Image: The Lush Greenery
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Curious Inevitable Wary
The inevitable did happen
He had intended to stay on longer
Not everyday he could be there
He had worked on his itinerary
It was meticulously planned
He had accounted for everything
So he thought!
He touched down two days ago
Bent on seeing his childhood
yearnings fulfilled in this land
of heavenly paradise
He would stay in a house-boat
Refreshments and meals provided
The house-boat owner saw to that
He was curious of Dal Lake of
Gulmarg and Phahalgam, a fascination
Warned to be wary of political discontent
Marauding groups fighting for separation
Independence or whatever
but he did not see any
What he saw were streams of
clear spring waters gushing
down the hill sides amidst sprays
of rainbow in the cool breeze
Watering the lush green meandering
Around boulders on both sides of
country roads
Of beautiful maidens with rosy cheeks
Manning little stalls in all innocence
Offering fruits and food to the hungry
Beside them were pelts of leopards and
Bengal tigers and myriads of leather goods
What did he do wrong to be requested home
What was so pressing that his presence was needed
That he could not fathom
He had to leave bidding farewell
To the grand Kashmiri landscape
Though he felt upon ascending
Through the clouds, Srinagar beckons
For a later occasion that he hoped
Written for Thomg's hosting at 3WW CCCLIV
Source: Wikimedia Commons (here)
Words provided for 3WW:
Curious Inevitable Wary
The inevitable did happen
He had intended to stay on longer
Not everyday he could be there
He had worked on his itinerary
It was meticulously planned
He had accounted for everything
So he thought!
He touched down two days ago
Bent on seeing his childhood
yearnings fulfilled in this land
of heavenly paradise
He would stay in a house-boat
Refreshments and meals provided
The house-boat owner saw to that
He was curious of Dal Lake of
Gulmarg and Phahalgam, a fascination
Warned to be wary of political discontent
Marauding groups fighting for separation
Independence or whatever
but he did not see any
What he saw were streams of
clear spring waters gushing
down the hill sides amidst sprays
of rainbow in the cool breeze
Watering the lush green meandering
Around boulders on both sides of
country roads
Of beautiful maidens with rosy cheeks
Manning little stalls in all innocence
Offering fruits and food to the hungry
Beside them were pelts of leopards and
Bengal tigers and myriads of leather goods
What did he do wrong to be requested home
What was so pressing that his presence was needed
That he could not fathom
He had to leave bidding farewell
To the grand Kashmiri landscape
Though he felt upon ascending
Through the clouds, Srinagar beckons
For a later occasion that he hoped
Written for Thomg's hosting at 3WW CCCLIV
Quite the spot to be, no wonder he didn't want to leave
ReplyDeleteoh i would hope he gets that opportunity again as it sounds like he found a most wonderful place....
ReplyDeleteThis is a real journey..a paradise to savour for sure..
ReplyDeleteWhat a mixture of emotions here where something so beautiful is found but snatched away not knowing, only hoping that it can be found again.
ReplyDeleteNow that would be the place to sit and rest a while
ReplyDeleteAh! kashmir,,,the paradise on earth:)
ReplyDeleteSounds like he stumbled across something much better than he was expecting.
ReplyDeleteKashmir is never covered on the US news, the conflict there. So glad to hear there is more than that going on. Your description sounds like heaven... and the "road traveled" in this poem is beautifully realized. Hank, you have shown us a paradise, indeed, and I thank you... also, nice to see your comment on my blog, my friend. Peace, Amy
ReplyDeletePermanance...within touching distance...yet denied!
ReplyDeleteit seemed so beautiful there now wonder he wished to stay.
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