The Show Must Go On Poem by Ratnakar Rout

Manali; my heart throb, you are endowed with
so much of beauty of nature, I feel jealous of you.
But, I am afraid to see the cruel taste of time
that has been laid for your inmates and lovers,
the dreaded mountain tracks hinder the passage
of the onlookers who desire to enjoy the vastness of yours,
the magnificent beauties of nature is constricted
by the sharp cliffs and dangerous stiffs.
The snake like roads laid along the mountains, hillocks,
dangerous falls and deepest streams climb up and up
as if up to the sky, to the clouds and to the layers of snow
on the top of the mother earth. You fill my heart in a feeling
that being a resident in plains climbing the stiff passages
in this valley may anytime endanger my life.
Thus, the shadow of instantaneous death in this distant land
in absence of my near and dear ones sweats me at times.
The next moment its' exuberance fills me with immense pleasure.
I exclaim, when oxygen falls short to burn my calories,
how do thousand and one throng on this place to enjoy life
on the jaws of death. Despite enormous uncertainties and threat,
I see life is lively, enchanting, loving and romantic here.
One and all live the life to its' fullest extent against all odds,
they encounter now and then, amidst severe vagaries of nature.
Though, there is a very thin layer exists between the life and death here,
the people dare untold miseries and move ahead in life,
with an indomitable commitment that the show must go on.