A Pretty Mountain.

Oh! beloved mountain, I born in your laps I grew in your valley as a play boy Without knowing the pain of livelihood Without knowing the essence of life Oh! beloved mountain, I kept the friendship So as a beloved elder one gratifying the little child You used to smile in the morning When the sun raised you told to keep cool To save my tender skin from sunlight burns. Oh! beloved mountain, time goes in such a speed My life is gone together in such speedy way You still stands as a witness of happenings I cried sometimes before you hoping to be consoled Which you promptly told me to calm myself I sometimes complained about my woes in silence As a grand man you consoled me many times When someone departed in my home, giving me tears You silently looked me with a sad emotion. Oh! beloved mountain you are my oldest friend You are the savior of this humble soul You are protector, the lovable and all Without you I cannot face the life situations. Oh! beloved mountain, you stands in heights With giant trees makes you so beautiful When the rain comes, you looks enchanted You are proud, dignified and keeps dignity As a mountain, you are the silent witness of all.