PROD, GOD AND ALL
Standing before me, the mountain;
tall, black, strong and impregnable;
challenging my nerve and gumption;
ready to laugh if I fail and dribble.
But I must cross it, that's my will,
my life; need dire and my future.
Between being sceptic and hopeful
at the task uphill, I fritter.
The lull is painful and I stare
at all directions for some aid;
not sure, who's there really to care.
I prayed the God and looked for some sign, odd.
Someone's there at the altitude;
real or my pipe dream's contour
knew not! With a nod he gave me a prod
to scale the hill with new vigour.
I sweat and pant in my clamber;
of and on looking at that man;
waving my hands with an ardour
that I'm going to reach him soon.
Tiresome; yet faith as my strength
I trog and trek to reach the apex.
But to my surprise I saw no one
to share my win; accept my thanks.
It's now just silence and blankness.
I bask there in the sky blues and
caressing soothing winds. It's bliss;
a winner's euphoric proud stand.
I started looking up and down.
Found a man at the foot of the hills;
waved him with a smile to come on.
Now I am his prod, God and all.
Your poem is beautiful and I like it alot. You are very talented with the way you use the words.
very well done..the narration was excellent...the last line said it all
Lovely narration with imaginative imagery in just the right quantity..the last line is superb....and does full justice to the title of the poem 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow, what an amazing poem! ! ! ! ! ! !