That girl with Red gloves

I saw that girl with Red gloves,
Trying to embrace the golden sun rays emerging from The Himalayas,
In pure & fresh cold breeze of Ladhak,
Where shallow river stream flowing beneath her feet,
With freezing cold water, transparent enough to see the dancing pebbles,
Shying away from her warmness,
Staying untouched, undisturbed,
Afraid of her freedom, Unable to stop or look back at
That girl with Red gloves..

And the snow clad half white mountain,
Looks like a long grey haired veteran,
Trying to take a glimpse of her unfaded beauty,
And compete with the Brightness of her smile,
And to steal the glow of her soul with his experience,

But here she is hopelessly in love with the Sun,
And flirting under the blue sky, carefree!
That girl with Red gloves..

Her red gloves and black hat above,
Black shades and dark brown eyes behind,
Dark brown boots and blue jeans,
Standing tall like a Goddess on that Rock,
Who also looks proud to carry her,
Making the mountain and sky jealous,

Not knowing that she will hop down soon,
In a moment she will be gone,
In search of new mountain, new river, new rock, new experience,
But she'll always be in love with the  Sun,
And continue mesmerising the world with her pretty eyes & her fascinating smile,
Keeping all the pain to herself,
And yet she will look more elegant than before,
More beautiful than before,
That girl with Red gloves..

- Kiran