A journey back in time, to the land lost in space
A land out of subconscious arising, out of dream transpiring Through Big, black, barren high mountains, hills
Standing like sentinels guarding aganist Mammon and his likes
Against the onslaught of sinister progression
Against the life carved of artificial endowments
Traveling on a single, melancholy, loony road that like a serpent slitners Dissecting, distracting, disrupting the intact nature within An island of solace amidst the chaos and confusion
Where old bearded banyan shelters the remnants of humanity Where clocks chime a little slowly & time seems to have stopped growing Where innocence of antiquity lingers & love of posterity slumbers
Where still morality's valued, ethics' idealized Where still beliefs make the mountains move
here under the scorching sun glacial water flows here at summer's peak cool wind blows
here villages in entirety got sacrificed to calm the violent indus here it tinges with mesmeric greenish hue,