Showing posts with label Somali Mukherjee English prose. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Somali Mukherjee English prose. Show all posts

Sunday, October 27, 2024

Words from the Mild Mountain



It is commonly said that I am of a very grave and sombre nature, but how can this be accepted when everyone acknowledges that I echo every word? People were, they are, and they will be there to defame whoever they want. Although they are taught that they ought to get themselves rectified time and again, they never receive the lessons. They never desire to learn anything patiently. However, it feels a bit relieving to me that there are a few exceptional people who do just the opposite to the common people. Consequently, they have to become cornered by the so-called human society. Anyway, optimistically speaking, I do love resonating to the words that are born out of pure reverence and true love for me. I, too, am a part of Nature. Lots and lots of tourists come to visit me every day. I sometimes am adorned with waterfalls that glide down the valleys. Well, I am resolute enough to live in peace, because, regardless of what people think of me or speak about me, I still remain unperturbed always with a happy smile that can be visible only to those who love me and try to hear my voice. Moreover, the white snow, when it comes to meet the dazzling sunlight, feels me up with tender emotions. I smile, I shine and I sing the songs of life.


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https://childrenblogbysomali.blogspot.com/

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Words from the Mild Mountain

It is commonly said that I am of a very grave and sombre nature, but how can this be accepted when everyone acknowledges that I echo every w...