There was a time when mountains
seemed like a cinch to climb
romantic offers proffered
I did not then decline
Forbidding Himalayas
to scale with one who cared
seemed like a bright adventure
no challenge and no dare
Yes, minimizing mountains
was my neat back of tricks
and magnifying molehills
I often did for kicks
Words such as values, balance
I did not entertain
why, that was meant for dullards
tied up in fear based chains
It took a lot of earthquakes
tsunamis and monsoons
to crack my heedless spirit
and pop my proud balloon
Today I'm slowly learning
to shun the craggy rocks
where big red flags are waving
and stand on solid docks
Today that erstwhile seesaw
has calmed down quite a bit
my gut no longer churning
in ego's painful grip
Those dark eyed handsome rovers
no longer seem so fine
they've found new companeros
new hills and peaks to climb
There was a time when mountains
seemed like a cinch to climb
romantic offers proffered
I cared not to decline.
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