Up in the Himalayan snow,
Lay the remains of his sacrifice,
Young he was, but a wall to his foes.
Why did he do such a thing that to just for me,
As, he had his own family.
He gave up all and stood
Freezing but not blinking, facing death.
And sitting here no matter how great words I write for him
Are nothing against a single step he took
Towards the enemy, that to just for me.
All that I can do is pray that the lord
Please set his soul free please let his soul free..

As the wind whispers,
In the green serenity,
I welcome myself to a world
A bit known a bit unknown
Words I have to speak
Words I have to hear
As I learn to see, to think and to saywithout fear.
As I embark upon the journey
Hope you will join me
To see, to think and to say to the world and me
The real and the un
The wind will whisper