Thy Hills Shall Remain Silent

By Kunal Grover

Five passengers and the car was on gear

The landscapes we crossed were on the rear view mirror

From the moment the car was ignited to when the car was on halt

From the moment when we turned down the radio since when it was up

The five passengers then opened the door

To when they stood their feet on the snow covered road

Each one of us yawned and stretched out our limbs

For what we were about to witness in these snow-cold winds

About to enter the apple garden, we first searched for its gate

In this snow, hard is to search the gate, yet even harder is to walk on the slippery surface

Warmed up in my cloak and wearing firm sport shoes

I was still trembling descending the stairs to the garden

Held the hand of this friend, he walked me down and didn’t refuse

For when I saw this garden with no apples, yet it wasn’t barren

One might think a land without fruits would have been barren, but it wasn’t

Because it takes just a gaze to identify the beauty behind the picture that had been hidden

The steep hills descending symmetrically...

The smell of the dried bark reaching a hundred miles magically...

Each steep covered in snow partially...

Descending down to a well, that might had turned wishes true for many...

A few Frosted flowers to be seen arranged in beauty attractively...

Throwing snowballs on each other joyfully...

And at last capturing the landscape candidly…

(All I know is that…)

Let the hills remain silent

And the winds blow cold

For when this place remains magnificent

In my memories and the tears of joy I hold!

By Kunal Grover