Poetry 2012 Shortlist, Romila Chitturi

The Call of Mountains

Through the ages, you have cast a spell on man
Ancient to modern, from caves to heroes
Fascinated by your glory.
Thrilled by your sights and sounds
Looking behind and beyond your physical beauty
The man looks at you, and another looks through him.

The mind particularly sensitive and receptive
To your charm
The belief of Shiva is piece of symbolism of mountains
For the dignity composed and kept.

The love for mountains, virgin and calm
The heart melts for it till the dusk of the day
The night beauty when it’s away
Till the day’s dawn.

The mountain waves like an old breeze
The mountain rises like a small hill
The big wind swiftly leads the breeze

The call of mountains, so perennial and irresistible
Like a pleasure or a challenge.
The tall rocks conceal secrets within them;
Making men unravel it.
Every rock is a problem

Every rock is a question!