Paritosh Dhawan


The Painting - Poem by Paritosh Dhawan

It was about the time
When the first beam of light touched the white peak
I saw it from the window of my travelers seat
I was a little sleepy my vision was quite hazy
After only a glance I threw away the lazy
What I saw, was a million dollar view
it was view of mountains I could only see a few
covered with a blanket of shiny crystal snow
With sun hiding, standing at the end of the row
A little lower were few greens with a mixture of white
Were the only odd there like stars in the night
I remember birds coming from infinity to my sight
I was up in the north where once lived the might
There no human habitation anywhere near it
There was silence all around and man feared it
I remember every minute detail of what I saw
Words cannot draw it again that only eyes can know
And I can still see it after closing my eyes
I have it in my mind a painting in disguise

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  • (7/25/2012 9:35:00 AM)

    Very well written! The way you have described it, one can picturise the beautiful scene. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 20, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 21, 2012


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