A thin curtain of mist Covers the farthest mountain. As if trying to hide, to protect, The mysteries of the unexplored. It’s silhouette is still, as if unaffected, By the busy surrounding. Slumbering. It’s greatness leaves you in awe. And it’s silence makes the beating of The heart profound. So, I guess the mountains wait….
A wanderer in the realm of verse and prose . Nothing describes a poet or a poem better than Khalil Gibran, to him "Poetry is a deal of joy, pain and wonder with a dash of the dictionary".