MatheranA Poem by KeeDA poem about a beautiful Indian Hill station.
Invisible to the naked eye Hidden amongst the clouds Magnificent throne of the sky Making India proud Fresh streams flow down your cheeks Like a good old morning cry Just a poet trying to reach your peak Meditating in the Indian sky Railway tracks climbing up your spine In the pursuit of an adventurous climb Embracing the sunshine Experiencing natures prime Wild horses run free Like a scarf floating in the breeze The whisper of the Arabian sea Demands the dancing of the trees Uplift me to the northern gates Looking heaven in the face Sitting in your lavish green estate Never wanting to leave this place
I'm home Matheran
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Added on February 8, 2013Last Updated on September 29, 2017 AuthorKeeDMumbai, India, IndiaAboutHey I'm Kee, I'm 32 and work as a journalist in Mumbai, India. I dabble in writing poetry and do it purely to pump out the creative juices in my being. Thank you for stopping by, live, laugh and love .. more..Writing
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