The Hermit ( Mountain Kanchenjunga Remembered)

By Shyamoli Banerjee

On First beholding the ‘Jungha Mount’

Wrapping itself in soundless sound

I was stupified, I was in awe !

I lost myself, just one saw ?

A Hermit Standing on Thigh,

His jubilant head touching the sky.

With virgin snow, bearded breast

So Noble, So Humble, passing life’s test

The Golden Sunbeam crowning his Head,

Glittering diamonds, pearls and Jade.

My eyes blinded with ‘So Royal Sight’

So Gigantic,my heart delight !!

With grey curly clowdy tress,

The Giant Hermit stands within the less......

Tears rolled out on my chest,

The ageless hermit standing in rest...........

The Divine Hermit tenderly laughs at me,

Touching my soul, to make me free........

My dwarfness bowed before the Might

Whispers the Hermit smiling Bright

What you see is just Own Sight !

Tear the darkness come to light !

Am I not your ultimate Flight?

Your own divinity And Utmost Height ?

I came to understand little Late,

No pride touches If you are Great..........

Oh! Kind Saint please pave my way

And Bless me to be Calm and Gay.......................

By Shyamoli Banerjee