Picnic On The Hills Poem by Rajagopalan Kumar

The dark mountain road climbs its way
Like a great snake winds round its prey
Shining black in the simmering sun
Spotted by wayside trees on its run
Inching its strangle on the mountain rock
Gobbled out when we reach the plateau park.


Up above the world so high
Into the kingdom of the sky
Smoky tufts of grays and blues
Fly past to reveal a myriad views.



Icy cold, cheerful joy to young and old
Air and icy dew, so clear and fresh
Left deep down the dust and slush
Left far below the worries of the world
Sweet little flowers bloomed around in myriad colors
Sunset horizon view, a cocktail of swirling colors
Hanging snow peaks in a distant sea
A sight for every mortal eye to see.


Rapid cover of darkness of the night
All the twilight mirages out of sight
Armed with sweater and torch
Against the frost and the dark
Enjoy the chill and thrill in a midnight stroll
Far far below some nocturnal prowlers scary cries
Far above a giant bird of steel against the starry skies
Time for a short slumber before the morning call.


The morning sun beckons call to earthly duties
Time to bid adieu to the hill side beauties
Now and then, a picnic to the hills
Keeps away the doctor pills and the bills.