yaks of the himalayas

THE Himalayan mountain range stood like a pillar of heaven,

Tall spectacular and  awe inspiring...

In one such range,stood one temple that would be rid of its snow just for one day in a year...

Thousands of pilgrims arrived there on the day the great lord opened the gates of heaven,

For only that day it was believed the lord would come to the earth,

THE sounds of prayer shook the entire Himalayas...

THE path to the lord lay in serpentine cold slippery path that no human could reach,

Only yaks could mount the dangerous path..

Four yaks,only four,

guided by able sure footed brave-hearts would carry twenty devotees in one shot...

the bone chilling path, made every pilgrim think of god and god alone, 

saying their prayers in fear.reverence,awe and

 faith...

THE four bravehearts stood outside braving the elements,

In twenty years they had never seen the lord,

For the money they made that evening was the only thing 

that sustained them till the next yr...

While the thousand strong devotees were in awe of the lord,

these unsung heroes tended to their life blood,thirty strong yaks...