There was that day …when I took a stroll under the stars;
Was it 5 or 6 or 7 km?
Well who cared, coz’ the air was clear of cars!
A special point called Panorama,
Promised a sunrise nothing short of drama …
High atop a cliff – seeming like the edge of reason,
Not stopping to ‘feel’ the trees was nothing short of treason.
Dense forests, red sand, horses and sloping roofs,
Pollution ?Only that of dust kicked from the stallion’s hooves.
Could it be Heaven I wonder, or may some of its parts…
Or was it just gorgeous Matheran, two stations away from Mumbai …
High up in the Western Ghats!!!!
(And Yes – I wrote the poem myself!!!)