Himalaya Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Great is the king, and wide and high he goes;
Through dense forests and frozen snow he reposes;
And in all the dark and clear days,
Unmindful of storms of worlds he lives on his ways.

The more closely we draw and pull,
We enjoy the shady boughs and caves cool,
Yet he gives thousand shanties to woo,
To bless one and all in his golden world through.

The dark caves housing mystics saffron clad,
The Holy, through the mystic hole, small but glad;
And through the rocks and brooks hitting against tiles,
Into the bare breast of holy mother-lofty smiles.

With his broad and divine forehead around,
He blesses all beneath his foot on the ground,
And gives a warm, glittering and happy look,
Reaches among the earth’s deepest nook.

With the hills and rivers, along the blue sky,
With cold and fresh air with singing and fly;
To air the world, to father the trees and the rose,
The guardian of the World, he goes.

Here runs the highway to the heaven;
There the green and divine land driven,
Through which I walked to temples with thee,
A pride and sentry of Hindus and Hindustan free!

His dear purple mountains,
Lie in deep happiness,
There one and all find the treasure,
Of eternal love and pleasure.