Mountain Queen

munnar

I am a mesmerizing and awe-inspiring beauty

Draped in the clothes of clouds and fog

Sitting atop the vast and deep valleys

Watching hundreds of travellers and tourists coming to me

I am a proud beauty

Who never leave this high garden

Travellers may come and travellers may go

But I go on forever and ever

 

When travellers come, they flirt with me

And I enjoy this frolicking and ogling

They try to get high on my beauty

And I let them be,

I enjoy their presence here

The way they look at me with their jaw dropped

The way their heart skips numerous beats

Once,they look at my form

I know that the twinkle in their eyes

And the happiness in their heart

Is because of me and only me

Some of them even cry happily

And I touch their soft tears

With my nimble fingers

Sometimes, I also welcome their tears

With a soft pouring drizzle

I reveal my beauty to them

I reveal it in all the colours

At times covered in golden hue

At other times, draped in running clouds

I welcome them with open arms

I let them slip through me

And kiss me wherever they like

Feel me, and my beauty with lulled senses

They cannot see the valley beneath

Nor they can see in front or beside

Yet when my cloudy touch foreplays with them

They are aroused deep

When my scent undulates around their noses

They indeed get high on me

They are tied and they are cold

They are lost to their very soul

Such is my great charm

That gives them eternal pleasure

A memory that they will always cherish

Wherever they go and whomever they meet

No matter, how old or young

The travellers would be

How many beauties they may have bedded

The drink that will touch their lips from my goblet

Would be the best drug they had ever had

Some of them will come back to me

To relive these moments again and again

And every time they will come

I will welcome them in the same way

They will come and they will go

I and beauty will go on forever

Years and ages will pass

And yet the travellers

Who would walk through my curves & edges

Would still get happy high on me

 

When tourists come to me

They seldom have time to flirt and spend time

They just rush to my length

Try to cover all of me

As if I am a whore for whom

They have paid lavishly

They do cover all of me

But they never get the taste of my beauty

They get bored in a while

And they never come back to be soothed

They try other places and then another

But they never find peace and that drug

That will give them the eternal bliss,

I pity them and I don’t care much for the lot

They will keep hunting like mad hunters

And none can help their soul…

 

I am the beautiful mountain queen

Who welcomes everyone who comes to me

I create beautiful memories for them

And I go on creating more of it

Nah, I don’t have time to cherish any of it

Yet the travellers cherish all of it

And tourists cherish none of it…

 

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