The sombre glacier breaks <br />Eons of its icy silence <br />As a water fall, <br /> <br />From the deep crevice <br />In the mountain, it descends <br />Like a torrent… <br /> <br />The language it speaks <br />Can not be matched <br />By any human speech… <br /> <br />The valley resounds, <br />I gape, astounded over <br />The magic it weaves… <br /> <br />From east the Sun’s rays <br />Have come down to play, <br />The game of hide and seek… <br /> <br />As they filters down <br />Through the dense Deodars, <br />Water gushes like a child… <br /> <br />All creatures exult <br />The forest just <br />Seems lost in contemplation…. <br /> <br />Sitting still, on a wooden bench <br />under a canopy <br />on a vantage point, <br />I wondered, <br />why are tears <br />flowing down my cheeks....?<br /><br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-captivated-audience/
