Mount Everst Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai
Mount Everst
So hard is to clime on mountains
All in passion, controlling passions.
One slip is enough for life's loss
Man's worth is no more than humble moss.
Higher heights are there in my being
Between which I enjoy a swing.
But the heights can be overcome
By bending down with humble plumb.
The humbler you become my soul
The higher, no doubt, you will play the role.
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