Monthly Archives: May 2017

Mussoorie Melancholy


A melancholy tune ,
Made me peep through the window.
Perched atop the Rhododendron,
Was a Lark blue and yellow

She seemed to lament
that her nest was robbed by the tree.
While the tree lamented
its own misery…

Branches barren, leaves gone.
For reasons only man has known.

It stared at the hillocks nearby,
All his friends were lumbered,
As he watched them die.

So, it told the lark to
celebrate the survivors fate..
Sing through the clouds
for his departed mate.

And together they looked on.
The hills bleak & forlorn,
Sang the melancholy tune.
While, Man afar lumbered his fortune.