Ode to “Mountains” I Poem By Adway ,11, Gurugram

Ode to “Mountains”

Once, there was a scenic green,

Now, it doesn’t even push up a weed.

To know what happened, one should be keen,

To these structures, no one pays a heed.

White by winter, red by fall,

They grow pink by spring and green by summer.

They echo the shrill of the falcon’s call,

By greed and money, they fell over.

They give us a lot of things,

But not for man’s greed.

Like Gold and tea, 

Although, not to be known by every man of creed.

They are the mentors to nature,

Paradise for a poet of peace.

Holders of the dew and,

Whilst thanking them for the minerals at ease.

By  Adway Singh

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