The Hilly Paradise

By Pooja Gupta

The prodigious mist shines in every drop,

The Earth's lavish reaches embellishing the top,

Nature's magnificence, nothing short of mystery,

The pines, all fabricated with tapestry.

The woods turned silver, unfold the dreams,

As the realm of nature gleams,

The imperishable hills call for abiding captivation,

The peeks rising high, attract all commendation.

The sky hug the hills, warm and tight,

Garbed in a robe, shining in glorious white,

Unfurling nature's wealth of might,

Enchanting, enrapturing, the gorgeous sight.

The hills bestir a glamour so speechless,

Living here is a sanctum so ceaseless,

A bliss of nature so mesmerising,

The reverberation of hills leaves every heart swaying.

By Pooja Gupta