A Heartfelt Tribute - To the Queen of Hills- Mussoorie

A Heartfelt Tribute - To the Queen of Hills- Mussoorie

A Poem by Bittersweet
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This poem is my tribute to my hometown in the Himalayan range in Uttrakhand (India), a beautiful place called Mussoorie. I have tried to capture the picture of the passing seasons here

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O! Lovely Queen of Hills,
So well deserved your name
So rich you look in green attire,
Snow clad when winter came
And when the rains they bathe you
Your freshness is a sight
Those tiny drops on leafy edge
Admirers drink delight!

Your evergreens they sway
To the whistles of the wind
And the undergrowth is thick
While the berries hide within
The oak it greets the pine
The dog flowers laugh a lot
The ladybird attempts to fly
But in tiny hands is caught

When the world looks up to stars
And its lovers night to meet
You re-define the rules 
And the stars are at your feet
All enthralled onlookers
They marvel at this sight
The scattered light is all beneath
And wonder touches heights

The spring gives you those flowers
You’re coloured in delight
And the windy hailstorm swings
Embracing pink and white
The acorns fall so carelessly
The bluebird takes a flight
There is just no shying back
Romance is sparked alight

On the valley they descend
The clouds not left behind
And cover it as a mushy quilt
We're living on ‘Cloud Nine’
The heart leaps up for a sea so soft
And the eyes with pleasure gleam
Where’s the difference in the two
The Earth does Heaven seem

When misty fog shows up
It wraps you all around
Nothing meets the eye
The mystery is abound
Feel the mist across your face
It’ll settle on your hair
And softly whisper in your ear
My Lady! You’re so fair

Adorned by the winter line
The king is now in town
His trusted chauffer be the snow
And the lazy Sun his clown
At noon you nap- in heaven’s lap
No pleasure beats this one
On drowsy, drunken beauty sleep
Delighted smiles the Sun

The cold is on the prowl
Snow flakes are falling down
Excitedly they all look up
The trees, the cliffs, the roofs the town
And soon they’ll all- that cover get
That special white on them will set
O! Queen rejoice and wear your crown
Your subjects now their fate have met 

© 2010 Bittersweet


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Reading this makes me think of all of the many Hindi films that I've seen where the women are dancing on the top of a mountain. Their dresses are always bright. With arms outspread, their scarves blow lightly in the breeze. Your words are like these, caressed by a sigh from the soul.

I can find no fault in this beautiful poem. It is a landscape of poetry, a harpsichord of harmony, and a dream to behold.

Thank you Ivan and Abdul for sharing this with me.

Linda Marie

Posted 8 Years Ago


The great thing about this poem is that you've taken in what you see, put it into words and delivered that place of beauty at our feet :)

The imagery is outstanding and I can almost say I envy you for being surrounded with such beautiful landscape.

There are so many great lines and it would defeat the purpose to list them all, but if I had to pick something I'd go with,
"The king is now in town
His trusted chauffer be the snow
And the lazy Sun his clown" - sun is always smiling so it is very fitting to be made the jester of the group.

Superbly done!

Posted 8 Years Ago


Only the second stanza seemed to lag a bit, wise both imagination and form, but no marks deducted for that :P I agree with Abdul, this is very enchanting and it adds the effect as I've been there once when I was very tender. The last stanza was one of the perfect endings to a poetry I've come across. Job very well done. :) Keep writing. :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


One of the best poems I've ever read online. Nature poetry is always enthralling, and, when written with such skill, it is more than just poetry. Awesome poem. And it is going in to my favorites!

Posted 8 Years Ago


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