Mountains Poem by Radhika Karia

The gates to the mountains, the curvy roads ahead, they lay.
The gushing growing goddess of a river, leading me the way.
I feel the change in air, that turn into thoughts in my mind
A lag of distance prevails, of what i have left so far off behind.

The descend to the valley, the abundance creeping in.
The molecules, the particles of the night, peacefully seeping in.
The darkness bursting of miracles, the day as bright as heaven.
The clear mysterious water body, overtaking my senses post seven.

I wake up to a perfect picture, with my brewed concussion served in bed.
The sun soaking up my sleep, while i stay dazed in my head.
The excursions i take daily to nowhere, lead me somewhere- somehow.
As if the stones of the valley are decorated in promises of prayer and vow.

The furry mountain friend gives me company, the price for his loyalty is a treat.
The humans seem appropriately lost and kind, always offering me a sweet.
Time holds still in a paradox, yet creating a devotion of years in a blink,
In an abode of so much to take in, there is not a thought that I can think.

When it’s time to pack my bags, just like everything expires its date
I feel jealous of the mountains, for they have been given a better fate.
The last goodbye is difficult, for this can surely not be the end.
'I’ll see you again' I whisper away, as the magic disappears in the bend.