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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Written by Pradnya Surve

A child counsellor and teacher, enjoyed every moment of motherhood
My Masters degree in Child Development and Family Relations is a value addition to a basic affinity towards people

Reading and writing is passion inherited from my family who were voracious readers, lovers of art and theatre

I am fortunate to nurture my interests having a life partner with similar interests. My children too are taking forward the legacy

Proud to be associated with Artoonsinn which is family for me

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