The Himalayan Beast

Hey!

In this pandemic, the artist in our ourselves comes out in every possible way. Take me for example, the artist in me came out to be a poet.

So, I wrote this poem, my first one.

Note – Pls don’t expect more from me as I am only a 12-year-old kid. Also, write in comments how it is and if you have a topic I can make a poem of. (I didn't copy it from the net or searched for rhyming words. I am honest about this)

 The Himalayan Beast

The Mystic Creature who stays up in the Himalayas, high.

Is it ever surprised? And says, “Oh My!”

As tall as a giant, it is.

Does it ever go to school? And pay fees?

Does it ever play with someone?

Or is he all alone?

Or does it have a family?

And can we make its clone?

Does it ever have fun?

Or it is just the mighty beast we think?

What food does it eat?

And had it ever played “Battleship Sink”

Yeti, as we call it,

Is it fat? Is it fit?

Does it ever come down?

Or is he the king up there, crowned?

Can he die? Does he cry?

Does he have a uniform, and of course! A tie?

Is there anybody else like him?

And does he have a mobile, with a sim?

These are some questions whose answers we might never find,

Cause he is just a “Mystic” beast,

And I hope he must be very kind.

• Aryan Suhas Patekar
• (PS- New poems coming out soon)

Good

Thx!