Have you seen the fogs roll up
Spread among the mountains,
Glistening, sparkly, wispy,
On the way to Chamoli?
Do you know the life of a fog?
Oh, how stuffy and trapped it feels!
The claustrophobia of clustered mists
Hanging on Chamoli’s peaks.
Do you know how much I want to tower?
Oh, how I wanna cut off the sun!
How I would be more than a fleeting mist
And make Chamoli’s days go dark.
You shall see a different me!
I’m going to break free!
I envy the cars that
Crawl over the mountains
Rising higher and higher on the roads
(The mountains’ scars)
Twisting and turning, every bend a-rising,
Till they reach Chamoli’s coves.
I long to rise. I long to grow into a cloud.
I too shall crawl up and rise by the hillside.
Watch me swell up and burst on the mountains!
and, oh, rain upon Chamoli!