A Dead Mountain

As dry as a dead mountain

Is the state of my heart, full of pain

Once it was a cheerful fountain

Yet, its joys got lost down memory lane!

Shall the events take a fateful turn?

Shall the Gods make the deep sea churn?

So that my dead mountain to life returns?

So that it be lush once more with the beautiful cherries meant to be its earn?

A dead mountain, with my flowers withered without my gardener’s presence

All my days were spent in abstinence

Away from his love and caring enthrall

I become all dull and cold

Such a state

Would keep me wilted as at date

Maybe such is what is willed to me by Fate

As to suffer is my call, at a fast rate

Hope, says the good note

Hope remains for the fools to give it a vote

So let it be then should it be so

Else, I shall drown in my own woe!