Why I Climb Poem by Rishabh Kashyap

At the foot of the mountain, I stood,

Which now, I had to climb,

I had just wanted to walk before,

And this mountain was my find.




I started with my small steps

and I recalled what they had told,

Of the view of the world from above,

And the climbers who were measured in gold.




With efforts untold I reached some height,

Looked behind me, below me, to feel the chill,

So far above the world, now, I stood,

The only option I had was to climb this hill.




A tricky stone or two left me aghast,

In the smallest moment, my feet left the ground,

From so near to the peak I could taste victory,

Like a useless rock I came tumbling down.




Bruised and broken, within and without,

At the bottom I lay, looking up,

Now I just wanted to climb this devil,

Because with it I had fallen in love.