Of Mountains and Smog

They saw the Himilayas this morning –

The first time in 30 years, the old-timers say.

Tall, majestic, snow-capped,

Like plates of gold they shine in the sunlight.

People stayed home and so did the cars

That spew pollution.

We see things more clearly when the veil is removed.


As in nature, so at home, the smog has lifted,

The obscurity of relentless busy-ness,

The smoke-screen of bigger and better,

The noxious clouds of never-ending noise.

They have evaporated as we slow down,

As we huddle with loved ones too long neglected,

As we take a collective Pause.


Like the younger residents of Jalendhar,

We’ve woken and beheld for the first time

What is most beautiful –

The smile of a loved one,

The purr of a kitten,

The rhapsody of children clustered around a jig-saw puzzle,

The aroma of cookies in the oven.

For one breathtaking moment, we’ve seen the glorious mountains.

Can we ever again be resigned to the smog?

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Image credit: The Himilayas, from weather.com