There is nothing so fair and so bright

As Mountains.

Their figures have no faults.

They look like fabrics of enchantment

Pied to heaven, their wisdom,

Stretching far beyond their years.

Robed in snowy white,

Never, degenerating, never degrading,

Despairing not and despising not,

They offer music

In the midst of desolation.


The sore-footed camels

And the sheep with thick wool

Have always looked at the mountains

With eyes full of wonder,

As wide as the sea.

So have the albatross and the eagle

Who never knew what strength was

Until they saw the mountains.


In the big busy towns while the light

Is flushed on white facades and balconies,

While the moon softly goes up,

With a star or two  beside,

While the lover listens attentively

To the soft rustle of his maiden’s gown,

I lie down on my couch

In a silent and pensive mood

And commune with you secretly,

With my self-consciousness naked.

I think of God’s chisel

That chiseled you to such a beauty,

Allegorical, visceral and magical.

My emotions are set in motion

And my hopes in myriad hues

Scintillate on your breasts, round and brown.


Pramila Khadun.

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About pramilakhadun

I am the holder of a Bsc degree in Food and Nutrition from S.N.D.T University,Pune,India.Have taught this subject in a private institution for almost thirty-five years.Currently, I am retired and travel alot with my husband Raj, daughters Dr Rajnee and Priyum and son Airline Captain.Had my first book of poetry published by Minerva press, London and other two in Mauritius.More coming soon.I love poetry and enjoy reading poems of poets across the world and I feel Destiny Poets is the right place for me.

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