Again this poem was written by Krunal, while he was visiting the magical and mystical Leh...Enjoy...
Driving on the land of passes
through the magnetic hills
across the silk route
into a rural idyll
climbing the higher altitudes
where the air turns thin
in a breathless space
the whispering wind grins
the cold mystical breeze
blows in my face
the road it moves ahead
in its winding ways
seeking for a utopian land
I ride the road to Leh
leaving behind the bustle
of encumbered days
the mists of dawn
glowing beyond the heights
spreading slowly across
the star filled skies
the turquoise spaces reflect
upon the calm waters
creating a scene surreal
marvelling the trotter
the prayer flags flutters
colouring the sky
high above a monastery
stands on the ethereal side
seeking for you there
I ride along the Indus
taking your name
in the moments of hush
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