Mountains

Beneath the sky of endless blue

The mountains stand with crown of snow

With air so cool, crisp and true

Resplendent in the morning glow

Dense verdure at their feet

On their shoulders a robe white

Standing tall so as to greet

The morning sun with all their might

But the cold in the mountains can't compare

To the coldness that is in your heart

Though outside, you look just as fair

But your heart is frozen for most part

I wonder if I can free its chill

Your heart, like the ever frost

No matter what, it feels still

I'm fighting a battle long lost

Sun melts the snow, as they say

But this frost can't be melted

If tried hard, it may

But for me, maybe it isn't fated

I do not understand what to do

Should I give up, and take it slow?

Because no matter how beautiful is the snow's hue

The scenery buried beneath has a much more beautiful glow.

---- Sarang Deshpande