Those Seven Days at Taebak Mountains
As strangers, we met at those hilly terrain,
In that stormy night, drenched in the rain.
Amidst wooded wilderness, you and me,
Rushed to a deserted cabin, in the vicinity.
After a long pause, we started to converse,
But looking at your eyes, I became nervous.
You smiled and pretended like any stranger,
I lay down tossing and turning on the floor.
Trapped in the jungle for another one week,
We got rescued by a laudable search team.
While separating, I turned to see you again,
But you did not stop and just moved ahead.
How could I forget you and your pretty face,
My heart is lost somewhere in the hilly terrain.
Whether you remember or not, I can’t forget,
Aah! Those seven days at Taebak Mountains.
[This poem is also published in my book "Enchanting Korea"]