This poem is based on a true real-life experience.
Picture and poem created by Vijay Simhadri.
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Poem 7- Mountains of the Himalayas. By Vijay Simhadri.
I woke up early at Tiger Hill,
The morning was cold,
It gave me a chill,
My father said 'This is Mount Everest,
'So I'm told'.
I took his advice like a guest,
As he pointed it out,
I felt glad that I'd come out,
To see the wonderful sight,
The snow-capped mountains tipped soft white.
The Himalayan mountains stood clouded in the distance,
But according to the guide on a clear morning sky,
One could see all the mountains in their brilliance,
I imagined what it would be if I could fly,
To travel above the mountains so high.
The guide told us most people are careful,
With mountain climbs - some people do die,
As they struggle ambitiously in vain to try,
To ascend the mountain ranges so skillful.
I took a photo of all the mountains from Tiger Hill.
Envisaging to admire the beauty of the range,
I thought it amazing yet today till,
I pride myself though feel quite strange,
To show others many years having passed, I have the photo still.
Tiger Hill exists.
It is a place in
Darjeeling, India.
