In the late afternoon, clouds move like cows returning home
At the mountain top, you can listen to their soft hums
And there she sits in front of the age old temple
Selling flowers and listening to the cloud songs
Rain appears at one end; everyone runs for a shelter
And the mountain God, safe in his sanctum, dreams about evening offerings
Unperturbed by the vicissitudes of world around her
She sits there listening to mischievous raindrops
Her soaked hair seems like threads that keep the world from unwinding
And in her wet lips lies the answer to all whys of humankind
Untamed like the mountain where she lives
In a corner of her mind, thousand world begins and dissolves at same time
At the mountain top, you can listen to their soft hums
And there she sits in front of the age old temple
Selling flowers and listening to the cloud songs
Rain appears at one end; everyone runs for a shelter
And the mountain God, safe in his sanctum, dreams about evening offerings
Unperturbed by the vicissitudes of world around her
She sits there listening to mischievous raindrops
Her soaked hair seems like threads that keep the world from unwinding
And in her wet lips lies the answer to all whys of humankind
Untamed like the mountain where she lives
In a corner of her mind, thousand world begins and dissolves at same time
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