Filled with stack of stones everywhere,
Stones stacked up carefully for every wish,
Wishes made by people who came from near and far,
And you wonder if their wishes got fulfilled,
Watching the blue lake,
Hearing only the sound of the wind and trickling water,
Makes you wish stacking stones of your own,
A wish to come back again,
For the moments of serenity.
An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.