MY GRANDMOTHER - THE INFINITE MOUNTAIN

The mountain stands still

Calm and serene

Her head held aloft

Yet unheard, and almost unseen

She seems to go on and on

Like the infinite

Standing beside me, with me

Day and night

She begins with pure white

At the top

Her body follows thereafter

Like a pearly frock

O, my! She is not pretty

No, not in the least

Not with the wrinkled Earth she bears,

Nor the wild bushes she so lovingly cares,

No, what stands out is her beauty

Unmatched, by any animate soul

That walks the planet,

Till its deepest bowl

She’s not even inanimate

Yet, beyond the living

She is with me all the time

She is tender and giving

For, when I feel tired, worn out

Her warmth is what comforts me

More than any patting, her cradle I desire

The lap above her knee

She is not perfect,

No.

Thus, I rave at her sometimes, for her imperfection

Yet, on Doomsday,

I see my true reflection

And realize,

She provides me so much essential for existence

Yet makes no sound about it

Remains silent, and just does sit

I regret angering her.

I feel really sorry

When she displays her landslides, her rules, her norms,

I take her for granted

Till, at last, she storms

Oh, so royal!

And I think-

What would life be without her?

Close to nothing,

I want her to be with me,

All day, all night

And shudder when I fantasize

What would it all have been like

Had she not have been

Infinite…

Love you, Nani!!