Abraham Oommen

A Feast On Beauty

Hillocks clad in soft green smock
Head and foot under sleet and fog
Zonked in cat- nap, like a bride
It’s a vista of the mountain’s pride
A royal banquet for any starving eyes
A feast on beauty, here, no man wise!

Last time when I saw this mountain
Depleted all of its ecstatic fountain

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