Gojal Lake Hunza

Graceful Old Lady! Though you are always crazy in love, and selfish in creating beauty, still I love you. Sometimes when you take precious lives in creation of a work of art, I kiss you with my mixed feelings. The land sliding took many precious lives but your bitterness was sugar coated. It created a blue lake in the hard and frozen rocks. With tears in my eyes, When I look at the images of high mountains and blue skies dancing with your breasts, my heart starts dancing on your heart beats, and when I remove my lips from your lips, I see my vibrating image in the waves, of a chilled lake, waves of love and beauty created by icy breeze, acknowledging sacrifice of human lives, you took in the course of creation of beauty. I wipe my tears and I smile. You naughty old lady, you'll never grow old!