Musing 8 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

I courted the highest of mount,
An impeccable joyous feeling
With cold greetings relived my summer pain.
Next let the mists and clouds floating
To my heart chamber with enough opening.
A deep feeling overcoming all cold contempt
And pensive disappointments sooth the troubled mind.
I extolled all the high land charms and got ceaseless sneezing.
Then fled to my hot native plain in rabbit speed
And realized that realities precede fancy in life echelon.