The Himalayas Hum the Old Song.

The visible pack of wolves 

delve into a cave, 

for new species to retract their pathways. Ancient trees bearing wisdoms 

sway to and fro, 

they know to produce new tales of enlightenment. The dark potholes brim into 

tyres of madness. 

The sphinx can make a comeback, 

for miles are rather demolished out. 

The souvenir of Himalayas 

play a tune of reverence. 

The golden beams address 

new glory of sunken delights. 

The night calms into dense woods, 

new lullabies engage out 

the old tales of reveries. 

The traveller stands aloof in great canyon for his breath falls out 

into a vast canvas of snowflakes. 

The moment holds a vibration with 

mind and matter 

submerges out. 

New portraits play their tunes, 

cuckoo and hummingbird 

lashes out an unsung breed of melodies. The raven swims into light flakes 

for life surrounds there. 

An array of cattle flocks into green vegetation. The shepherd lost of sheep, 

submerged into bottomless fathoms. 

The unsung flute charges mild 

melodies. 

New refrains must collapse into 

vast valleys. 

Here 

time subdues into dimensions, 

a monk visits the unlisted pathways, 

listens to phantoms of past, 

mingles with lost souls, 

choruses with carcasses, 

converses the beasts 

All with dignity and pureness.

His words and chords 

signals a past runway 

channeling folks of 

unheard biographies. 

History has woven its dignity 

with concord and magnanimity, new sagas of eclipses tune into older moons now. 

Full moons sing enchantment. 

The yeti is still searched out, 

but he lies beneath the snow dugouts. Monk purges out all these 

dimensions. 

He chooses to reveal all. 

His mind and body 

waters the Himalayas. 

He seems to rest on the mountain his thoughts cocooning vast mountain. The Himalayas sings a tune, 

after many centuries, 

merging the age old saga into crown of audacity. 

The monk smiles a little, 

he gets what he wants. 

The chant can vibrate rhythms in many souls. 

The loneliness of great mountain is extinct now. 

The monk can sleep well now.

-Anusha U