Ladakh Divine I

Ladakh Divine I short poem

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I could feel my soul flee
To the purple – red – brown mountains
Where my feelings flow like the waters of Indus
Or is it the Shyok?
Where shadows of dawn & dusk
Move silently with the sun…
Partially covering the mountain facades
My eyes feast on dew drops on the patches of grass
With its golden bloom.
Fresh scent of poplars restores my soul
As it soars & soars higher
Where water, clouds, sky & mountains intertwine
In a timeless place called Ladakh, gloriously divine.

This poem is part of the Poetry Book Solitude and Other Obsessions

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Eternal optimist, passionate & a keen learner. I love the outdoors & am at ease in the mountains & on the seas. Books are my constant companions & music is my stress buster. Travel & Indian Armed Forces are passions around which a large part of my life revolves, so much so, my entrepreneurial venture is based on both. My daughters are the centre of my universe and a few friends are a precious part of my constellation.A philosophy of life I live by...as long as you know & love who you are, opinions are just background noises.
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