MOUNT KUNCHENJUNGA

MOUNT KUNCHENJUNGA

Till its bright, till one’s sight,

It’s all white, it’s all white.

Silver flakes have covered,

Or billion tonnes milk is poured;

From here, clouds look down,

It is my Country’s Crown.

Cloth of snow is spread

and Snowy is the run, 

Rocks & plants have to wait,

Months, to see the sun; 

Snowy mountain wearing

snowy gown,

It is my country’s crown.

The horizon turns golden

In the morning Sun rays,

Springs fall shouting

Give me the way;

A place, like Angel’s town,

It is my country’s crown.

The God’s unique architect,

Beyond one’s belief;

Creatures stepping here,

Surely get relief;                                        

A Wonder place, nature has grown;

It is my country’s crown.

(C) S. D. Tiwari

Till it's bright, till one’s sight,

It’s all white, it’s all white.

Silver flakes have covered,

Or billion tonnes milk poured;

From here, clouds look down,

That's Australia's Crown.

Vast snowy sheet is spread

and Snowy is the run, 

Rocks & plants are to wait,

Months, to see the sun; 

Snowy mountain wearing

the large snowy gown,

That's Australia's crown.

The horizon turns golden

in the morning Sun rays,

The springs fall shouting

give us the clear way;

A place, like Angel’s town,

That's Australia's crown.

The God’s unique architect,

beyond any one’s belief;

Creatures step down here

and surely get relief;                                        

A wonder place, nature grown;

Kosciuszko Australia's crown.