Vagamon Poem by Prem Nizar Hameed

Vanishing mist goes in slow pace to sleep with sweet dreams
As the chilly breezes wake Vagamon up to morn,
Gorgeous white clouds under the blue sky and above the
Amazing green meadows on the mountain with brooklets
Move line by line to glisten the mountain surfaces!
On the day of our enthralling trip to that scenic
Natural hill place, my pen began to scribble thus...

(First Letter of each line spells out VAGAMON)
(Composed with 13-syllable lines)