From Sky to Ground

From sky, it is another pile of stones,

With green vegetation and jagged patches,

With few houses and few stray dogs,

With few plateaus and few fickling slopes,

With few birds perching on trees.

It’s one of the mountains of Navi Mumbai,

It is the Parsik Hill.

On ground, it is a paradise for old timers cherishing their past,

It has boulevard for hill runners, a training ground for endurance,

It has a tree filled oasis, creating an incredible green archway,

It is a hotspot for love birds having tête-à-tête banter,

It owns a Shree Krishna Temple hymning “Hare Rama, Hare Krishna”,

It is the veloscope for Navi Mumbai providing panoramic view,

It’s the refurbished Parsik Hill.

I wish there will be enough people,

To mesmerize its beauty till the lane ends at both ends.

O, Parsik, my Parsik, you remain forever in my heart.