When I was crossing the bridge,
it was undulating-
as if I was in a swing!
The mother Ganges was flowing below-
as if a giant snake was crawling with hissing sound!
The green Himalayas were kissing the endless blue-
as if a young boy was kissing his beloved mother!
I was shivering in cold.
When the noon crept in I took bath in warm sunlight!
A heaven is there on this earth-
my mind could observe, my heart could sense...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, whoever has visited Himalayas says so...it's a heaven...glad you had that opportunity to go there to write this fabulous poem...very nice...thank you...thanks a lot for your comment on my poem too..wish you a very Happy New Year Sankhajit Bhattacharjee