Ghost of the Mountains
by Neil Mukherjee
I live amidst the Mountains of the East
If you are lucky to see me, know that
You may never see me ever again.
I am the Grey Ghost of the Mountains
Protector, Traveler, and Adventurer.
As I set out across the
The mountains, I set myself
The challenge to live or die.
I am a lover, a protector of my family
Yet the world I share with you
Is becoming more of yours and
Less of mine.
As I battle against the elements
Of Wind, Water, Heat, and Earth,
My life is placed on a thin thread,
Living on the edge of existence.
I am the spirit of the mountains,
King of my Domain and I
Witness the changes in my landscape.
Sometimes the Winters are warm;
The winter Ice around me is melting,
The snow is patchy in parts.
And the Summers are dry.
I live and die for the hunt,
But the Goats and Blue Sheep
Come and go or die of starvation.
Sometimes they pause as they
Capture a glimpse of me
Knowing it may be their last
Look before I strike for my
I am at risk when they stop
coming my way or when
I search and I find
Nothing in sight.
Some Humans enjoy the sport of the hunt;
Be warned for what you will do…
For my life is as precious as yours.
Ask yourself, what is it you seek within,
Your beating heart for the Ghost of the
Mountains will reign Over you,
Reminding you with each
Passing day that we are
Equally destined on this planet.
We share the same air and we
We live, love, and die on this
If you attack me, you shall be haunted
by my spirit that will find you
For every hostile move
Be warned, I am the Snow Leopard
Of the East; Spirit of the Mountains
Protector, Traveler, Observer
As I witness the fall of our world
In your hands…