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    Saleha Shahid

    18JULO Himalaya! O you bulwark of Indian Fortress
    Sky is blowing low for your forehead to caress
    In you no signs are apparent of ageing or duress
    You are youthful ever in the midst of time’s press
    Fore Moses, Mount of Tur was a sight to unfold
    For others you are awesome, a sight to behold
    Mountain range you are in the common parlance
    Sentinel you are, an Indian wall of substance
    Sky is the title of your book, in itself immense
    You beckon human beings with you quiet eminense
    Layers of snow betoken a turban of distinction
    They rival sun’s incandescent cap with due conviction
    Oldest times are full of pride for your ancient past
    With clouds like billowing canopies you valleys are overcast
    Your peaks are in concert with stratosphere vast
    Though rooted to planet earth, you belong to heavenly cast
    Your foothills are a source of many a bubbly spring
    From their surface wafting winds cooling comfort bring
    There is the hand of cloud is given for the aerial steed
    A lightning lash from mountain peek to spur and to speed
    Are you, O Himalayas! An arena as if decreed
    By nature’s hand for natural elements to inbreed
    Ah! How the cloud is flying and swaying along in merriment
    Fleeing as if an unchained elephant, all in its element
    O Himalayas! Relate to us some anecdotes of yore
    When our first ancestors were flocking at you door
    Of simple life of those days tell us ever more
    Not tainted with formalities, simplicity galore
    Yes, O imagination, show us the olden ways
    O turning wheel of time! Turn to the olden days


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