The Hill Station At Mussoorie

Behind the mountains,
there is a scenery.
i sit by the window
and ponder dreamily.
What would it like to be,
for once if i'm free
to be at mussoorie?
In October the hills would be covered with wild dahlias
for once dahlias would be much lovelier than my potted petulias
The sun would be warm,
the air would be sweet.
At night the tourists would be gone,
the roads would be neat.
I would love to play checkers
standing on my knee,
oh, wonderful it seems to be at mussoorie.
The trees, the sounds, the birds
are so dear to me.
For my heart belongs there at mussorie