Bhatta beckons one and all
To see its enchanting waterfall
Short mountain path leads us down
Or the winding road takes quite a round
Eating berries along the way
Picking flowers in the month of May
A thorny bush in the path
Move across or be caught
Further down, deafening sounds
Make us cautious of other hounds
For all is peaceful with not a soul
Bhatta Fall for us alone
Walk had made us pant for breath
Dive in water for our health
Although hot, but water cold
Make me come out for a hold
Warmed by sun and back in water
Made me long for children's laughter
Life of old age has to pass
In this world so very vast
With hubby dear along my side
Fun filled will be the ride of life
For heaven is here when all is bliss
My children then, I will not miss
Back to nature I want to go
Leave this city with all its woe
Dreamt of future as said above
Please make it true, heart says, as I bow
________________________________________
Notes:-
1) The background image is that of Mussoorie from mary's archive
and yonder is the Bhatta Fall.
2) Bhatta is a small village around 6km before reaching Mussoorie.
It boasts of a tourist place-namely the Bhatta Fall, which is obviously
more famous now, but not then when the poem was written.
3) This poem was written somewhere around the year 2000 when
the kids were all less than 13. And now the youngest one is 13+.
Thanks be to God for Everything
To see its enchanting waterfall
Short mountain path leads us down
Or the winding road takes quite a round
Eating berries along the way
Picking flowers in the month of May
A thorny bush in the path
Move across or be caught
Further down, deafening sounds
Make us cautious of other hounds
For all is peaceful with not a soul
Bhatta Fall for us alone
Walk had made us pant for breath
Dive in water for our health
Although hot, but water cold
Make me come out for a hold
Warmed by sun and back in water
Made me long for children's laughter
Life of old age has to pass
In this world so very vast
With hubby dear along my side
Fun filled will be the ride of life
For heaven is here when all is bliss
My children then, I will not miss
Back to nature I want to go
Leave this city with all its woe
Dreamt of future as said above
Please make it true, heart says, as I bow
________________________________________
Notes:-
1) The background image is that of Mussoorie from mary's archive
and yonder is the Bhatta Fall.
2) Bhatta is a small village around 6km before reaching Mussoorie.
It boasts of a tourist place-namely the Bhatta Fall, which is obviously
more famous now, but not then when the poem was written.
3) This poem was written somewhere around the year 2000 when
the kids were all less than 13. And now the youngest one is 13+.
Thanks be to God for Everything
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