At the end of our Nepal tour
We were on a flight to Delhi
My seat was at right window
With a chance to view north.
Within a few minutes of takeoff
Flight reached a steady height
Suddenly Himalayas were in sight
A panoramic view by the wing.
With peaks on the horizon and more below
I seemed to jump from one to the other
My thoughts revolved around all those
Who scale them with their lives at stake.
Rugged is mountain terrain covered
With white snow and light and dark
Shadows clearly marking the edges
Ridges seen as distinct scattered lines.
Each peak has a name I think
I'm not knowledgeable to name
The beauty's paramount indeed
Whole scene's in dynamic motion.
It looks like a watercolor painting
With white of paper exposed as snow
And shadows in dark values and blue
Paint and brush in hand I wish to reproduce.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely a beautiful poem......loved it.5 stars! !