Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 22, 2017

SLEDGING IN GULMARG~by Saroj K Padhi


 

 

SLEDGING IN GULMARG

 

The gujjar saddled me on a black horse

on my ride to Allan Patri along a muddy trail

across craggy mountain streams,

and thro’ slushy snow

as the firs and pines silently looked on

and the meadows emblazoned with wild grass flowers

blinked like fairies under rain drops on their eye-lids,

clouds chased you ahead of me

charmed by the beauty of your black mane

when your call echoed in the vale drowning the thunders

into the caverns of distant Switzerland point in Gulmarg

and sledging up to the Spring Valley

you bloomed as my pink lily and I your white lotus

in the lap of our ancestral dulcet den

in tune with the sweet showers from heaven;

but sliding down I fell from the wooden sledge again

but this time you were somewhat in a strange pain

though I was light as a drop after fall

to merge into our vast love on sprawling snowy mountain;

the sledge how ever brought us back to the bivouac,

hot tea, snacks and the wet horses waiting in rain

to take us back to pleasures coarse and usual vulgar pain.

N.B: gujjars-horse handlers of the nomadic community in the Himalayas

COPY RIGHT : @ SAROJ K. PADHI / MAY 2017

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