Mamta Agarwal - ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! A walk through the clouds! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Walking through floating clouds in a vale; <br />Only sound of rushing water, as we exhale <br />Out the white smoke one day, early December. <br />With envy I watch hill folk walk at leisure. <br /> <br />Panting, with sore hamstrings, how far <br />Is the water fall; it will take just about an hour <br />Don’t rush as the climb is steep all the way up. <br />We sat on the unpaved road – huffed and puffed. <br /> <br />With a walking stick, carefully took each step. <br />Plucked some wild flowers, saw some spider webs. <br />Looking at me, he said we are almost there, don’t frown. <br />If you wish we can catch our breath and sit down. <br /> <br />Take your time; we can’t give up after coming so far. <br />Suddenly we heard the gurgling sound of water. <br />He tucked a few wild flowers behind my ear <br />See, that wooden canopy; we are almost there. <br /> <br />Enraptured watched the water fall; it was icy cold. <br />I saw him take off his shoes and hurriedly jeans fold. <br />He pulled me and said come on let’s have a shower. <br />Sneazing, chilled to bones; hills joined in the laughter.<br /><br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-walk-through-the-clouds/