Between Two Hills Poem by AFFAQ NABI

Between Two Hills



A splendid sight I came across by the break of day,
And its charm campaign beguiled my eager eye,
The sight grew more gorgeous; with the May rains,
Everything was glittering in the clean, vast, and wider sky.
Tenderly, the zyphyr of the blue ridge mountains
And its music displayed divine might and beauty.
I leisurely walked forth within these soundings.
And seated on a wood log for afternoon tea.
From the east, a white cloud rose extremely high,
Was assigned by his master for some special care.
A farm boy appeared before me with rosy cheeks.
And told me three tales of the heaven, in sight,
About the shrine: It's Sofi sheikhs and icy peaks,
We sat for a few moments at the oblique bridge site,
I was astonished, like it was a midnight dream
The melting water from the antique glacier.
Was floating in slow motion towards a nearby stream.
There is nothing I can compare to its sweet flavor.
The winds of June mingled with green beauty.
Gave my spirit fine reliefs, and the summer moon
Was on its routine duties, though it seemed puny.

A windstorm rose from hiding and covered the dunes.
My body, which was quite warm, received colly
Jerks, we are helpless. Nature has its own rules.
It doesn't care about your wheat and the barley.
During the rage in its eyes, it brings down stone walls.
Its firing range was, I guess, a thousand miles
Just within a few early hours, it treated harshly
The oldest dwellings, river sides, and crowded aisles
Then I ran with the natives, like defeated armies
I could not write more but heard that people's
Folkways are quite worthy; they gather crystal stones.
That nature preserves, and with furs, they prepare pillows
And bows to hunt wild beasts in their ethnic gowns.
Some are sinners, and you can't dare oppose this episode
When nearby you there are a few eared owls
They ramble in these rain forests bare brown.
In my eventful journey, I was offered a piece
Of fried turkey, by one who guided me
In trackless way, was a pilgrim from the
Southeast by name Sarah Brown.

Between Two Hills
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