The Harmukh Peak Poem by Mohammad Younus

Good luck today on my morning time,
I dragged myself out of my warm bed,
Before sunrise, I found myself in stillness,
Of mountains and meadows,
Between me and my love, the wild howls tear at my soul,
And my little heart looks so forlorn -
Yes, this is my chosen path along the precipice,
That guides me to my eternal home,
Through dejection, pain, and pathos,
Yet, I will keep on trucking - keep on,
The Harmukh peak is just a few metres away

Mykoul