Encircling the emerald -clad beauty,
The black and brown serpentine road
Leads somewhere, but gives a feeling of nowhere....
Magnificently grey and resplendent
Heads of proud mountain peaks
Covered with a thin muslin veil of mist
Rise above the green in all heavenly glory
Holding a tete-a-tete with the skies above.
Time and again, herds of cattle crossing the 'jungle path’
And a small clearing with a cluster of tiled houses
Remind of the presence of civilization in the wilderness.
Birds of colored plumes mixed and matched by Nature
Flutter past, cooing away the blues of the weary traveler
Who having run away from the chaos of civilization
Is haunted by an uncanny emptiness
In the engulfing silence of the jungle.