Far Away From The Madding Crowd
Getting further away from home
Nothing other than excitement dwells in monochrome
as I realize I’m about to visit my dream destination
with joy, I’m about to cry in thrill’s excavation.
Getting closer to the hill
knitting the excitement
My joy is about to spill
my heart pounds in my chest in contentment.
Getting closer to the place I dream
My heart beats in exhilaration in its esteem
With every mile, I’m getting close
Rejoice pounds in enclose.
When I see you-Kanchenjunga, the queen of the mountains
it will feel like old times reigning in its monarchial fountain.
I would love to stay in its Eternity
Ceasing the overshadowing of the modernity.
Submitted by paromita.m07.