A Visit To Sikkim Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

I wish I were there now
Where the clouds get rubbed
Against the rough surface of
The mystic mountains
Where from the deep crevices
Emerges the pure and clear water;
Falls below on the rocky floor
And runs as dancing fountains

Wish I were there now
Above the cotton clouds feeling
Like in heaven and watching
Below the earth draped in green
Across the slopes of hills
Houses are painted in colors
Soothing and catching and such
Beauty before I have not seen

I wish I were there now
Waiting for you to come and
Love me smelling the fragrance
Of fresh leaves and flowers
Where the song of love
Is played by North- East wind
Where peace drops as fountains from
Trees standing tall like leafy towers