He loved her like the sun loves the mountain…
she was part of a hard and cold belt,
he kissed her peak, her fear and pain,
and in his touch, she did melt.
And when in his touch she did melt,
clear and bubbling did her rivers flow,
for the true love and bliss that she felt,
Made her bask in his glory and glow.
But he did not love her forever,
in rippling rivulets did her tears drain,
she was reduced to a stub-like stature,
feeling she’d never be whole again.
And despite feeling she’d never be whole again,
she bravely faced the winter nights;
soon did she her spirit regain,
and rose, once more, to her pristine height.
– © Isha Garg
Doodle by Isha Garg