By Navin Verma
Hold on to that smile,
(What is left)….. .is just another mile,
Then we see the revelry of flowers,
The dance of the mountain spring,
The dulcet note , of a bird’s throat
Ready as the sprite , settles to sing,
The gathering drumbeats of the clouds divine
As they roll to thunder bring,
The whisper of the breeze blithe
Riding on an invisible wing,
The sound of the trees wild,
The silence of the valley ring,
Such is Nature’s craft, such is Nature’s guile
And all this will be ours in a while,
Only …..only…. if you hold on to that smile
For (what is left) ….is just another mile…..