Sitting on the edge of a hill,
I saw how the monsoon clouds
Rose from the bottom
To slowly cover the mountains;
As if
You pulled the blanket on me,
Kissing me on my forehead
Wishing me Good Night!
The lost mountain
Reminded me of you,
Ma.
With you,
The beautiful mountain,
That stood by me,
Faced the storms
And made me see
How the storms that went by,
Were lost forever.
It’s drizzling all around.
Lost in your thoughts,
I feel the downpour inside me.
