Another dose of bad verse

Pangong Tso

Pancake flat, worth a Panorama,
("waters are always flat,
horizons always horizontal, man")
salinely challenged,
just-now mixed; watercolour wet,
this Tso's just born ripples
tell me - they are not fathered
by the slipstreams
from the soon to be (sic)
world's highest railway,
they don't belong to Godless Red China,
but, to the eddying Brahminy Ducks
that my camera fails to shoot
and the catspaws from Garnet Hill,
that numb
my glove-less hands,
my sun-burnt cheeks,
my efforts at composing
the greens, the blues, the mythical Aquamarines.

(From THE trip burnt in memory, circa 2005, 27 days days on the road, 7,500 kms on the odo - destination Ladakh)
Khi Khi So So Lhargyalo