Roadside Tranquility

By Kishan Gopal Shahu

betrothed mountains Little chrome

Blue black apron and wearing crown

Somewhere roads bowed to them

And yet somewhere went through them

Chimneys high enough that they have to peep from the sky

still not as high as mighty him

Beautiful is the scene

Rails go down sometimes and sometimes up above us

Open fields ain't open in real;Greener than green

Flora they have ;our garden seems frivolous

don't be wondered if illlness they surely heal

There's dam as eyes moves down

Believe this the only fear I feel

What if me might drown

Yet from a distance mile away

see it looks beautiful

He is still crowning him and he sway

Diminishing his blue to chromful

Open fields are open now

And 4 feet keep through him one side and fields the other side

Whenever roads turned me feared they might take me away now

Surely they does to take us it's backside

For a moment to other beautiful places

Where live the like of us

Believe me or not ;by nothing would he be replaced

If this is beauty ,mined mountains

Surely there is heaven under feet it seems

By Kishan Gopal Shahu