Musing 41 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Winding up morning mists manifest the snowy peak
Reflecting the magnificence of maiden sun beams,
A prince robust looking not of earthly beings
With facing bright deeply reddish in teenaged shame
By receiving the applauses of eyes spell bound.
Standing firm on rocky footings having basalt strength
Pervading his mighty presence in wavy semblance,
But not a sheer icy monolith sans the feelings
Nor any severance from enchanting greenery,
Majesty echoing cloudy symphony of raining incessant.