Tranquil Trails: Discovering the Sleeping Buddha

Vikas Sharma

In the Himalayan heights, where peaks touch the sky,

Lies the Sleeping Buddha, in serene repose,

His peaceful form, a sight to the eye,

Inviting all to bask in his gentle glow.

 

The Sandakphu trek, a journey to take,

Through valleys and ridges, a path to make,

With each step, the beauty to unveil,

A tale of courage, strength, and trail.

 

The trails that wind, like a serpent's spine,

Through rhododendron forests, a verdant shrine,

The scent of blooms, a sweet perfume,

Invigorating the senses, a lover's tune.

 

The climb to the top, a challenge to face,

The wind and the snow, a test of grace,

But the view from above, a reward divine,

A panorama of peaks, a kaleidoscope of design.

 

The Sleeping Buddha, a symbol of peace,

A reminder of the journey's release,

For in the stillness, the soul finds rest,

And the trekker's heart, a sense of the best.

 

So let us embark, on this journey grand,

And let the Sandakphu trek, be our land,

For in the Himalayas, the spirit soars,

And the Sleeping Buddha, forever adores.

 

 

  • Author: Nomadic Vikas (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 8th, 2024 02:01
  • Comment from author about the poem: MY STORY: I'm trekking in the Himalayas, where mountains pierce the sky! It's peaceful here, by the Sleeping Buddha statue. I feel calm just looking at him. The Sandakphu trek is my adventure. I'm walking through valleys and on ridges, making my own way. Every step reveals more beauty – it's like a story about bravery, being strong, and the exciting path ahead. The trails twist and turn like a snake, going through colorful rhododendron forests that smell amazing. The sweet flowers perk me up, like a love song! Climbing to the top is tough – the wind and snow test my limits. But the view from there is incredible! It's like a giant picture made of mountains, all different shapes and sizes. The Sleeping Buddha reminds me of peace, and that reaching the top means letting go of the climb's struggles. In the quiet, I feel calm and happy. In the Himalayas, my spirit feels free, and the Sleeping Buddha watches over us with kindness.
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