A man, A mountain.

This is for the lovely people I know who have paid a heavy price for being the sweet-hearts they are & in a manner that would make us shed tears--smiling and laughing.



There is a mountain in my village,
For ages dealt with floods and storms,
It stood alone to the test of times,
Failed it did but very few times.


A fortunate soul who lost his way,
He built his home to live and stay,
The mountain gave him all it can
It gave the best it possibly can.


It seemed such a beautiful sight,
When the place glowed in saffron light,
The sound at dawn of the bird chirping,
& the chilly breeze would pass by flirting.


It blossomed with flowers in the springs of madness,
Drenched in tears in the rain of his sadness,
Autumn came as their bond grew twofold,
Tender felt the winter as you saw love unfold.


When all looks rosy and colors bloom,
It creeps in quietly like a pale gloom
He sought glory to be a suitable groom
Setting their union on the path of doom.


For greener pastures and a content life,
For servants plenty and a beautiful wife,
Leaving me alone is not a crime,
I am your friend till your time.


The rocky monster was left in shock,
Bereft of a companion,its the smiling rock.
It stood alone, it stood tall,
The mountain in my village will never fall.