A Poem

I still remember the first sight of the snow clad Himalayan peaks,

Making me feel excited and calm at the same time.

Unfolding thousands of hidden expressions, yet I was speechless.

Its mere presence taught me humility, yet made me strong enough to gather all my pieces that were fallen apart.

The joy witnessed never before!

As if it came alive talking to me in the form of whistling winds, chirping birds and hustling stream.

And I was just standing there like a tall tree standing still,

Listening to the whispers..

And together, in that moment, we formed a jungle of peace hidden far away from the mad crowd,

Gradually turning into a poem,

Only a few can read!