Look at the hill view,
And those serene lakes
And the cloud walks
He, the guide of the hill
paints a canvas in front
It spreads across endlessly
like a picturesque portrait..
The roads, the hairpin curves
The cross you find on that steep rock
How well it is crafted for ages to cherish
To bedeck a gift of the forest
He, the guide said
While a rain cloud kissed my forehead
In Coakers walk
And for you to believe
Rains, the seasons
The trees, those birds, honeycombs
And those Strobilanthes
Blossom to brighten the valley
Well, all a handwork of nature
And there again that point of fear
Do not step in..
It is the point where this scenic hill sedates
To fly along the valleys in unseen wings
It is a trap and do not fall
Instead pluck a flower of hope
From the clouds and plant it here
When you come next
This hill might have another surprise
Of spring flowers…