The Summit
On an
auspicious dawn, he set forth up the mountain slopes,
With a
mighty heart filled with dreams and hopes.
Every
step he marched brought him closer and closer to her,
Seeing him
from the top, her smile grew wider and wider.
The sky
then looked blue and clearer.
The
oppressor upon him was gentle and dearer.
No signs
of deadly cracks en route.
As he kept
climbing assuredly foot after foot.
In came
from nowhere ominous clouds of horror,
Darkness swallowed the oppressor in split-second.
The storm engulfed the sky forming in between a impregnable fortress,
His
steps wandered frightfully searching her from the distance.
Storms
robbed her dreams and rains destroyed her freedom
Clouds
broke her courage and left her gasping.
While she
surrendered helplessly to the relentless savaging,
he
kept going his lonely battling.
His next
step may land in a 1000 feet cliff
Or deadly crevasse waiting with its jaws wide opening.
But he
still stands tall in the middle of nowhere, hoping that one day all shall be fine.
For his eyes
may have lost her sight but his heart has already reached her summit.
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