Those mighty mountains veiled
With mist and an enchanting mat
Of wild ferns and eerie rampageousness
Saluting apart from the bowed stuff
Desperately frowned
Not a picturesque worth
Posed as the whole community
Of sand, stones and gravel
After thousands of years labour
Collision of their descendant plate
Or their kind god of land
Knitted every yarn of their unit
But everyday two devils
With their aggression and *****
Wears out every thread
Of that giant particulate matter
Dumping in crowds of tractors
To overdeveloped cities
To constructors and masons
After just three months
Gush of sandy winds led my way
To the way to saluted mountains
But once bowed land saluted
And the once saluting mountains
Were past under my feet..