Camouflaged in white amorphous clouds
The snow clad peaks crouch eternally
Their frozen leap sometimes reaches the stars
Leaving the slithering white serpents in awe
Those that sting the neck they spiral upon
Unfazed , the peaks continue to meditate
Wrapped in the posture of a stoic Yogi
One who emanates the salvation
The clouds that crack to squirt their venom
Shower with their thunder and lightning
Only to find their demise in dismay
The peaks merely drape these flakes
And sparkle their crescent tusk in sun
While the potion swarms back to clouds
Like the eternal loop of a timeless karma.
Delhi
2370
12.24 hrs
18.9.26
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