The Sun gets in my eyes and the wind is dying down.
Rocky mountain Surag, 637ms above sea level.
The attrative 1231 rock and stone stairs,
Which we want to walk up the second,
More than the first time.
Every additional time that I walk up it,
I find new interests in it.
I enjoy the features in its workaday clothes.
The grand view at the top is breath-taking to kill,
In the charming September.
Caw! Caw! Crows used to give me the glad hand,
On the tree near the fountain.
But today they don't!
They have flown to the near pear-orchards in all.
I drink three bowls of water at this source,
Which gives the power of walking down,
And to form the wisdom in life.
Notice!
Don't leave out anything else but foot-prints,
And don't steal anything else but memories.
