Thursday, April 16, 2009

Peeping out of the window, I see the summer creep in,
Hills now brown, that once were lush green,
Mountains laid bare, now I see them scarred,
With the paths that the gushing waters upon them have carved,
What was beautiful n pleasant not so long ago,
Seems desolate n barren, makes you wonder how so,
I shut my eyes, this doesn't seem right,
My lush green mountains, were my favourite sight,
In my mind I take refuge in the dreams of a memory,
Till such a time, when the rains have restored their splendorous glory...

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