We and the number of idiots is equal,
I’m sure to have one of their sequel.
The snow capped Himalayas here,
With whom every moment is a prayer.

I long to touch the top most tip,
Sit there with a mug of tea to sip.
The trees here are so lanky and straight,
They make you measure your gait.

The house that I call my home now,
Has a lovely couple I fell in love when I saw.
They take care as if my parents,
With timely meals and warm tents.

The workers are warm and so is the dog,
With food here, how can one help but hog?