The Summit Poem by swatee sripada

I know not anything

But myself in a valley of valleys

To where the sun could not sneak a look in

And the moon never flings his exquisite dream.

My resplendent spirit inches every iota of time

Slipping and slithering gasping and choking

Wheezing and whining Curling and cursing

I know not what made me to move forth

Not the name not the fame

Not the mirth and not the worth

When I scaled of the summit

Splendid! The enrichment and nobility

I never heard of spread as red carpet.

When I am atop I look at every thing

From the eyes of my mind and soul

I want to be at the top

and never to fall down.


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