Standing at the brink of the mountain,
All I could feel was cold breeze,
The light rays of sun seemed to be caressing me,
My cheeks were cold, on which the snowflakes kissed softly...
Walking in the lowest of temperatures,
All I could feel was bliss in the womb of the Himalayas,
The conifers stood tall and snow covered from the previous fall,
There were dangers of landslides and avalanches in the white,
But all that reached to me was the language of love of the snowy landscapes...