Question

Write a poem on Himalayas​

Answer 1

She stood proud

As snow fell round

From her head to her feet

She held her pride

Though strong outside

She was almost on her knees

But she stood tall

Through the cold she hauled

The mistress of bitter breeze

Answer 2

The Himalayas

Recollection is short, fantasy long!

A place where I'd never been born,

must never be born—

the Himalayas.

On whose behalf

did I go there?

I went with all ten fingers trembling.

With so many kinds of foolishness left back home,

I gazed up toward a few peaks

brilliant at eight thousand meters, their golden blades piled high.

Before that, and after,

I could not help but be an orphan.

I had but one hope:

to stay as far from the Himalayas as humanly possible,

and from the world of troublesome questions.

Yes, that was it.