Through winding paths and treacherous slopes,
We venture where the mountain hopes
To touch the sky, a divine realm,
Where nature’s grandeur stands sublime.
From Taluka’s thatched-roof shops we start,
Each step a challenge to the heart.
The river rushes far below,
A constant friend, a potential foe.
Doubt creeps in as daylight fades,
In Seema’s embrace, our spirit wades.
But morning brings renewed desire,
To climb again, to venture higher.
On mule-back now, through snow-kissed air,
Har Ki Dun Trek beyond compare.
A cradle vast, this valley grand,
Where time and space, in awe, expand.
Brown hills give way to pristine white,
A humbling, awe-inspiring sight.
In silence, nature’s grandeur speaks,
Of adventures past and future seeks.
You know, there’s this poet who went on the Har Ki Dun trek, and let us tell you, their adventure was something else. They say that putting that journey into words was almost as challenging as the trek itself — can you imagine?
It all kicked off in this tiny place called Taluka. Picture it: little shops with thatched roofs selling everything from Maggi to toffees. That’s where their journey began. You can just see them standing there, shouldering their rucksack, thinking, “What have I gotten myself into?”
Now, this trek? It was no walk in the park. Our poet friend had moments where every step felt like a battle. The path would suddenly turn steep, and there they’d be, having an existential crisis right there on the mountainside. Funny how a tough climb can make you question all your life choices, right?
But here’s the kicker about mountain treks – they’re full of surprises. Just when our poet was ready to throw in the towel at Seema (seriously, they were all set to camp out there for two days), something changed. Maybe it was the crisp mountain air, or maybe it was the pep talk from their fellow trekkers, but the next morning found them back on the trail.
And boy, are they glad they didn’t quit! The way they describe the view of Har Ki Dun valley… it’s just wow.
They say it’s the kind of sight that makes you feel tiny and enormous all at once. Do you know that feeling? There they were, surrounded by those massive mountains, experiencing snow for the first time in their life — pure magic, they say.
Oh, and get this – they had a trusty steed named Audi. Yep, a mule! They admit to cheating a bit by riding Audi for part of the way. But no regrets, apparently — Audi gave them a whole new perspective on the journey!
Looking back, they say that trek was more than just a physical journey. It was like… finding a piece of themselves in those mountains. Every doubt, every breathtaking view, every moment of wonder — it all became part of who they are.
So, when they sat down to write their poem, they wanted to capture all of that. The struggle, the beauty, the transformation. They wanted readers to feel like they were right there with them, from the dusty paths of Taluka to the snow-kissed valley of Har Ki Dun.
Do you know what’s really cool? They say sometimes they close their eyes and they’re right back there, standing at the edge of that vast valley, feeling small. That’s what they hope comes across in the poem – that sense of awesome and adventure.
It’s pretty amazing, isn’t it? How a journey like that can inspire such vivid poetry. Makes you wonder what kind of adventures might be waiting out there for the rest of us, doesn’t it?
