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Mountains will call

Sitting in the roof, I inhaled the air,

It smelled of nothing but of damages in the earth.

The horns buzz till midnight, I fear the noise here,

My hills I left for the glory hidden,

I felt a vacant place inside never invaded again.

The air smelling of thy deity,

The water with divine energies.

Sustenance that made me so grateful,

I left my essence for nothingness,

I left myself to destroy in disturbances,

When I was blessed with nature, my mom.

Maybe my mountains will call someday,

With the creeping of the birds as they play,

In the morning with voices rhythmic heavenly,

For coming back to home I pray.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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