amitdahiya
February 1st, 2002, 04:47 PM
Just came back from a trek in the western Ghats and the Nilgiris. The beauty is hard to describe but I cannot restrain myself from sharing it with you. So here it is, a simple new year gift a poem composed for you to share in the beauty of the place.
Nilgiri Mountains
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Nilgiri mountains, vast, eternal
blue bossomed maternal.
We have come to adore
the essence of all that was before.
Prodigals cant see so we must seek
with tired minds and eyes grown weak
the milk of life flow over your breast
in shola stream and glade and nest
Somewhere in here
lies an umblical cord
cut by wire
word and sword
Over twenty millenia
or so ago
as we stole and fled
from natures door
Now the seed of time and grain is spent
with a harvest of thorn the land is rent
to seek forgiveness the thieves return
the sins go on but still we yearn
to raise an offering of sweat
to the height of a hill
to touch a high mountain meadow
with the greening of will
to taste a sundancing stream
with the thirst of ages
to pick a small perfect flower
and read it like pages
to offer warm breath
to a cold morning star
to take one perfect moment
and not stretch it too far.
Amit Dahiyabadshah
Village Kakroi, Haryana.
Nilgiri Mountains
_____________
Nilgiri mountains, vast, eternal
blue bossomed maternal.
We have come to adore
the essence of all that was before.
Prodigals cant see so we must seek
with tired minds and eyes grown weak
the milk of life flow over your breast
in shola stream and glade and nest
Somewhere in here
lies an umblical cord
cut by wire
word and sword
Over twenty millenia
or so ago
as we stole and fled
from natures door
Now the seed of time and grain is spent
with a harvest of thorn the land is rent
to seek forgiveness the thieves return
the sins go on but still we yearn
to raise an offering of sweat
to the height of a hill
to touch a high mountain meadow
with the greening of will
to taste a sundancing stream
with the thirst of ages
to pick a small perfect flower
and read it like pages
to offer warm breath
to a cold morning star
to take one perfect moment
and not stretch it too far.
Amit Dahiyabadshah
Village Kakroi, Haryana.