Those Winding Roads
Humid days of monsoon
Bring back the days of our honeymoon
Can never forget those winding roads
Where stood hidden the colourful abodes
The himalayan peaks and the pine trees
By the cool mist, on our way to Mussoorie
It was to escape the dripping perspiration
That we had chosen the hilly destination
We rode on the winding roads leisurely
Savouring the beauty of the changing scenery
Getting a feel of approaching heaven
Gathering moments that in the future
We would be happy to reckon
©Dr Archana Tandon
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