misty atmosphere
accompanied with flourish field
somewhere on the stem of the
young tree
once strangers marked "i love you"
whole the mountains thrived
in the monsoon
streams,lakes, water falls
illustrated the love stories,
stranger couples never came back
days, months, years passed
most probably they divided
in the two directions
marked tree is now weak, old
inclined towards the deep valley
a stone is laid by some one
painted by black
"suicide point "
do not go nearer to the valley,
it warns, but wild flowers ---
never stopped the blossom!
