Holy Pilgrimage To Mansarovar Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

From corner to corner only the mountains go,
A miniature divine abode meets in the snow,
I'm nowhere to be found in serenity,
As my spirit seek to gasp in this unity.

Dark clouds touching leisurely on the hill,
The current of air is serene still,
I'm trapped in the flash, pure;
As my heart and mind begin to cure.

A part of my self lost in the wonderful blue sky,
As I widen my thoughts, my spirit found to fly.
Where ache and injuries once dwell,
I flutter to mysterious spaces, my vision found to swell.

As the reminiscences surge bypass me,
My strength steer tenderly, soaring like a banyan tree,
Along my cheeks, tears dribble slowly,
I got some peace, as the breeze swab them dry,

An extensive climb took me to free-zed water and icy land,
Akin to the swan lofty, takes me by my hand;
I sat on my knees and start to cry,
It tells me the meaning of life to see and try.

Back home, me and my life, beyond the mountains;
I embark on to understand, what spirit denotes.
To follow the way divine and add might,
It is the real home; I've got the note and light.

Teaches us not to forget the worldly flow,
It is the ultimate truth our soul has to go.
Brooding alone in the day's end, sun going down,
Lastly I recognize what tranquility I have crowned.