Thursday, March 25, 2010

To shake the mountain




She felt your warmth
And enriched her youth.
She gave her vision
And lifted up your passion.
She accepted your verses
And digested your praises.
Every call she answered
And kept you enthused.
Your gifts were at her hand.
You had been in her land.
She does all to your wants
As long as there was no trace
for others to trace them,
Beyond which she retreated.
Her stake, you understand.
The mountain you have shaken.
Be happy with that token.
Shaking the mountain
Is more than lifting the rock.
That pride gives you a long ride.
17.03.2001, pmdi



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