Valley Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

Sometime there's mist
sometime sunshine.
But certainly someone
calling me there,
thrilling the mighty
valley with ripples
of the echos.
I had just missed the
trail and reached here.
Someone is there
calling me.
I try not to believe
those continuous echos.
After sometime I will
turn and go away from
the sudden valley
and tht haunting call.
Things happen beyond
logic and definitions.
How I missed the trail
and why I came here?
Those ripples of the call.
In dizziness my sense
and psychic turned
in to a vast
mysterious valley.