plays a green flute
grooves a melody of trees
and sings a melancholic song
powerful poems she recites
Oh, her old-aged feelings!
sometimes, she wails
so that melts the rock–as a heart
The more, on the night of rainfall
take a swim and douche
quench the wrath of thirst
in a pond of mountain-tears
the weather flies foreign
leaving the colourful semen
the mountain nurtures her ‘daughters’
with a lot of love and devotion
the seasons as a rapist
assaults the daughters and destroys
usually, the mountain endures
the landslides of her heartbroken
however, she retains the moon-fruiting sky
the green flute withstands, yet!
the mountain remains plunged into pains
in fact, she has a giant heart!