Lonely is the mist of these hills
Lost high the thick forests of deodar رخت
Thin clouds hurrying over peaks
Even bird calls are lonely
Inching up on drafts from the valley
Melodious sad songs they sing to me
Here quietly listening to my heartbeat
Feeling it, hearing it in the high country
I sit suspended here in this forest
This forest of of derelict unreality
Humanity abandoning my strangeness
For their village security and protection
Leaving me alone with the trees and high air,
The winds, the perfume of the forest
At least here I can breathe softly
And be perfectly and quietly alone.
Initially, the whole thing appeared to be indicating a sad, gloomy and tiring atmosphere (sad songs/ I sit suspended/ derelict unreality) but it turned out to be friendly towards the end- that is what Kumaon is known for. Thanks, Geoffrey. I quote: The winds, the perfume of the forest At least here I can breathe softly And be perfectly and quietly alone.
Rajnish kind sir, thank you for your wonderful comments and for reading my poem on your stunning Kumaon area. I keep returning I love it so much. Cheers, Geoffrey.
Geoffrey, a nice nature poem. Hope you are well.+++10 Robert
Robert so good to hear from you again. I was a little unwell in India but I am coming good now. Cheers my friend. Geoffrey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Welcome back Geoffrey, Nature and your skills of describing the scenery around you join us once again.
John thank you. You are such a stalwart commenter and poet and yes I am happy to be home and putting pen to paper. This was a different journey into remote Northern India and its Himalayan hills. I am older now and it was a bit of a struggle but I made it....! Cheers mate...Geoffrey.