Clouds stood at a perfect distance from the mountain,

carefully not touching it, yet making it look so alluring.

A nearby tree breached my euphoric hypnosis and beamed,

“In that snapshot device of yours, you may have accentuated the clouds or highlighted the mountains.

Yet, it cannot dim the compassion we hold for each other.

Here we stand and intimidate the human race with the serenity we impose.

We are a crowd not far from you, but yet so distinguishable, yet so calm, yet a standstill and yet so hushed”

Blinking my eyelids after a long stare, down my lashes a tear of joy gushed.

-Mehak Khajuria