I stand on the pinnacle
Of the snow clad mountains
Touching the blue skies
Glacial winds whistle all over
Overcome by self glorification at the height
Is it disdain that gives me might
I dared to ascend
To see a wider world
Inept clan I hurled
As I strive to stay at the summit
I look down at the descent
Tiny specks sighted so remote
Dizziness felt and body afloat
Is it solitude that causes faintness
Or conceit that causes emptiness
Feel desolation cloaked by ambivalence
I let out a bellow
Only to hearmy echo
Hunker down in despair
Hands joined in prayer
My feeble tone invokes
Can you hear me
Can you hear me!
_ Pradnya Surve
Image Thanks to Jeremy Bishop courtesy Unsplash
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