A Visit To Sikkim

I wish I were there now Where the clouds get rubbed Against the rough surface of The mystic mountains Where from the deep crevices Emerges the pure and clear water; Falls below on the rocky floor And runs as dancing fountains Wish I were there now Above the cotton clouds feeling Like in heaven and watching Below the earth draped in green Across the slopes of hills Houses are painted in colors Soothing and catching and such Beauty before I have not seen I wish I were there now Waiting for you to come and Love me smelling the fragrance Of fresh leaves and flowers Where the song of love Is played by North- East wind Where peace drops as fountains from Trees standing tall like leafy towers