Munnar-The Scenic Beauty Poem by chandra thiagarajan

We headed to the heavenly Munnar—
Our son-in-law with a golden heart,
Took us too with his family, in a car,
Winding its way over the hilly part.

The driver at the steering wheel,
At his side, my son-in-law,
Daughter, hubby and self in the mid to deal,
The children three, at the back did draw.

The evening was cool and bright,
Munnar being 2000 metres above sea level;
The wind breezed past through our car right,
With a wonderful feeling—hearts did swell.!

The landscape set a magic spell rolling,
It was in the Idukki district of Kerala;
The plantations of tea were lush and sprawling,
The different shades of nature took us in awe!

In curious shapes the clouds passed by,
Through which the evening sun took a peep.
Presently a mist surrounded us—Oh! My!
It turned to be a fog around us in the steep! .

Here a car, a bike, a bus and there a van,
Tourists wound their way through the bends,
They glided smoothly as a regal swan,
Sensing amongst the beauty, the mountain lends.

The car drew near the Munnar town,
And the blaring of horns took us right;
In a veil of haze the sun came down,
Darkness enveloped except for the vehicles'light.

The children were fatigued and listless,
Eager to reach our warm resort;
It was many kilometers away—no less,
Dialouges stopped -as we were a weary lot.

At last, into our luxury hotel, we ran,
As drops of rain welcomed us into the inn;
Two large suites, cosy, spick and span,
Beckoned us to be happily ensconced in.

Our gnawing hunger, being quelled,
We dreamt of the next day's sojourn;
The children were bouncing starry -eyed;
And to the warm beds they were borne.

Next day, we were at the Mattupetty dam,
Which conserves water for hydro-electricity;
The mind with boundless joy recklessly swam,
In the boat-ride with the children's ditty.

On the meadow's of the Devikulam Lake,
Munnar's scenic paradise on earth;
A beautiful vista around us we take,
And for teetering birds, there is no dearth.

Munnar-the endless verdant rolling hills,
And people working with baskets on backs;
Cutting and pruning the tea leaves for mills,
Ever evokes the glee of pleasant tracks.

Thanks to my young son-in-law, dear,
And thanks to my daughter, Thamarai, darling,
From the misty eyes, heart choked, rolls down a tear,
For this memorable journey with sweet children, loving.!








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