THE LONELY MOUNTAINS

The lonely mountains

The lonely mountains are standing there,

Looking for some help everywhere,

But still it finds an empty land,

With all lost cattle,

And storms of sand.

The greenery that once it hold,

Has got theft and never being told,

But still it holds his fallen hope,

With cloudless sky,

And a hanging rope.

He thinks if he should grab it or not,

As the place where he lives is scorching hot.

But he sees some good in living there,

That he may find a friend

Running out to him from nowhere.

He sleeps at the same place for days so long,

Searching for his forgotten song.

He used to sing it every day,

As it makes him think of his maiden

Whom he hopes to see sitting at his bay.

Finally his patience breaks

And the ground shook with every step he takes.

When he hear its crying voice,

He holds his ground

As he has got no choice.

He thinks of what this wellness means,

When he stands alone with dried up streams.

And thus he threw away all his hopes,

So that the world may live

As he just stared at the hanging rope.

The lonely mountains are still there,

With all the indignities that he bear.

It is you who must tell whether it is right or wrong,

As you have made him to leave his world,

Which is the real place where he belong.

Show some self-respect that you may have,

Or I think that it is all lost due to the way you behave.

If someday he takes the final decision

You will stand just alone,

With all useless ammunition.

The lonely mountains means a lot,

It reminds the world, the sacrifices it got.

A day will come when you will stand in his shoes,

Only then you can see

How hard it is when it comes to choose.