The harshness of the snow clad mountain,
The ruthlessness of the wintery blizzard,
The brutal ice cold brittleness,
All looks heavenly,
When you witness from far.
So, I warned her to –
Watch me from the distance,
Cherish me from a length,
Feel me remotely,
For if I am within her,
I will be a pain.
And I told her –
I am a restless soul,
A wanderer with protrude knoll,
My touch have edges that is rough,
My rolling tongue spells gruff.
But, she didn’t listen –
And approached me with fervor,
Held me close in her arms,
Made my jostled soul to quiver,
And baffled me with her charm.
And then I found –
I was not the boulder I claimed,
Nor was a blaze that couldn’t be framed,
And with the passing time,
the rime eased to a soothing shine.
She ploughed my fallow heart inch by inch,
And I transformed to a loving being.
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