Niagara
“Maid of Mist” was cruising slowly
On turbulent “Hudson” river
Tilting, jolting and moving
Against strong, moist river wind
We were approaching nearer to Niagara Fall
Trillions and trillions of droplets of water
Hitting the rocks and gushing down
Amazing view would thrill our mind
We were wearing protective clothes
Still felt the powerful drops
Would pierce our skin, flesh and bones
Wanted to escape before it could slice our heart
But could not, our eyes were grilled to the massive
Fall of mixture of foam and fog
Grand Canyon
Stood on semi circular
Glass bridge of “sky walk”
Peeped down through the thick glass
Where we were standing
To have a glimpse
Of Grand Canyon at several thousand feet below
Natural cavity of Colorado, fascinated us
But more than that
Huge cantilevered steel structure of glass base
Puzzled us and were astonished
Hanging bridge projects to the middle of Canyon
I am told depth of Canyon increases every year
Due to soil erosion
And probably after few centuries
We can dive down from bridge
And make” journey to centre of earth”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem