Friday, January 17, 2014

Cold Mountains

The mountains that stood proud,
 And, intimidating,
Only until the marauders came,
Felt now threatened,
 And, cracked  under pressure.

Heavy, pregnant clouds
Loomed over the hills
 Dangerously;
 Collided finally, and burst

Humans washed away mercilessly
Lives dispersed, scattered
Over the spaces, amid the hills
Men and women, once fascinated 
By the tall mounts
Were washed away by waves,

If only
we had rescued mountains from men
We would not have to rescue men from mountains.