A snow covered mountain

I am the mountain that is forever capped with snow.
No sunshine can ever melt my coat of ice
No wind can blow these whisps of white away
nor can any storm ever wash off this aura
From summer through the howling tempests of the autum,
I remain untouched and aloof.
..Watching from high above,
the mean hearts of men.
Laughing at their prodigality-
Laughing at their platitudes-
Laughing at every scene that occurs in human lives
which I had seen being repeated..over and again
through the ages;
Laughter and tears;
anger and fear
how long have they been playing
this very act again and again?
Will they never tire?
I am the mountain, a mere block of stone.
Life from here looks absurd in this repetitiousness.
How do you feel ay man?
Do you feel at all?
or does my snow cover your memory too?

(P.S: all these "poems" were written in my teens when life was at its best and so was existential angst.- for whatever they are worth, I decided to put them up here)