TO MOUNT WITH LOVE
My heart is full of green memories and sweet melodies
Pried fills my being and thrill is all that I feel
As I think of you O mount, my mother my friend.
For, I came to you a boy and you made me a man.
A heart for love not just for law you taught me to have
To know my strength and also may flaws you enabled me
To be rich in warm emotions while not being their slave,
To heed the cry of the poor and stretch a helping hand,
Through I myself be steeped in pain, you trained me to do.
Tell me, isn’t it natural that I feel so warm and grateful?
Tell me, where else will I get your peace and beauty my friend?
Wasn’t it in your embrace that I grew and matured
And learnt to walk the way of the man from
Indeed my friend, my mother, mount my mount, my gem,
Your glories.
(This Poem appeared in the Silver Jubilee Edition of the Navataranga…)
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