(Poem about The Queen of Hills, Nilgiris, Tamil Nadu, India)
The Fragrance of the morning breeze, that amass cool fresh air,
The Gentle sway of the trees, that dance to the melody of the chirping birds,
The Divinity of the century old trees and the rustling of thick deep forests,
The Explicitness of the rising sun, be it the lovely summer or the chill winter.
The Calmness and serenity of the huge lofty mountains, that spread across,
The Commotion of the towns and the quite charming villages,
The Aroma of the beautiful flowers and the lush green tea fields,
The Rivulet that runs by, with the roar of the running stream.
The Lovers romancing on the riverside road, the aged couples having a quiet walk across,
The Honeymoon couples humming to glory, as they are boating on the lovely lake,
The Saga of the sages meditating atop those lofty purple headed mountains,
The Tradition of the tribals living in peace far away from the chaotic world.
The Majestic Elephants walking across the roads to the scare of the travellers,
The Frightening Tigers with eyes wide open, in search of those lovely deers,
The Silver lining of the clouds, that add to the beating of the rain drops,
The Blue little train that passes by to the delight of the children.
Moments of glory, moments to cherish, moments that would rarely perish.
Nothing like being in the midst of greenery, never a feeling of loneliness,
What a world to live in, the mundane and the magical touch of mother earth,
Virgin nature in the clutches of the monstrous progress of civilization, spreading beauty.
Crowned the Queen of Hills, and rightly so, what a world of pleasures,
Love is in the air, redundant and plentiful across the clear blue skies,
Here’s a Paradise of eternal glory, far away from the snarled world,
Come home to Gods very own land of endless peace and boundless joy.