You ask me,

“How is it going?”

I say,

“The days are sunny

and the nights are starry.

The cold wind and the Sun have found home during the days,

Trees bend, sway and dance,

The butterflies flutter their wings,

The bumblebees buzz all around.

The cawing of the crows,

The mooing of cows,

The bleating of sheep,

and the pigeons flapping their wings on the tin rooftops;

The pale silhouette of the Himalayas 

and I see a lonely cloud 

The children playing by,

The women chatting on the road,

Men on their way to the forest to  collect wood for the freezing Winter,

Sunbathing, meditative mornings are mine

Listening to my breath pattern 

While I close my eyes

How clear yet mysterious is this life!

Like the pine trees in the forest

Some tall others wide. - Shaista Dhanda