The Mountain Girl”
High in the Himalayas, in a small hidden village,
Lived a girl named Tara, wild and full of courage.
She was not like the others; she loved the cold wind,
And the echo of the mountains was her closest friend.
While others stayed near fires, Tara climbed rocks,
Chasing the sunrise, with bare feet and woolen socks.
Her father was a shepherd, her mother wove wool,
They taught her the ways of the mountains and rule.
Every morning before dawn, she hiked to a peak,
To watch the golden sun paint the snowy creek.
Birds flew with her, the sky welcomed her voice,
Nature was her home, and it made her rejoice.
But one winter was cruel — the snow came too fast,
Avalanches roared, and storms fiercely passed.
The village ran low on wood and grain,
The old and the sick cried out in pain.
Tara couldn’t sit and watch them fall,
So she stood up strong, and heard the call.
She packed her bag with food and thread,
And wore her father’s cap upon her head.
She journeyed alone through a frozen land,
With nothing but her heart and steady hand.
For three long days she climbed and crawled,
While the mountain’s silence loudly called.
On the fourth day, she reached a base camp,
Where rescue teams had set up a lamp.
She told them her village was trapped and cold,
And begged them for help, so brave and bold.
The team was shocked by her courage and will,
A girl so young, yet climbing every hill.
They followed her back through the icy path,
Through the winds, the cold, the mountain’s wrath.
When they arrived, the village wept with joy,
“Our daughter is a hero, not just a girl or a boy!”
Tara stood shyly, snowflakes in her hair,
She had saved them all with love and care.
The news spread fast — the tale of her might,
The mountain girl who fought the night.
She was invited to cities, to speak and to shine,
But she missed her peaks, her trees, her pine.
So she returned, not for fame or gold,
But to her mountains, peaceful and bold.
Now she teaches children to climb and be free,
To love the land, the wind, and the tree.
Her story lives in every stone and stream,
A mountain girl who chased her dream.
She proved that strength is not in size,
But in brave hearts and starry eyes.
And every dawn, on the highest crest,
Tara stands tall, a mountain girl — blessed.