“I, and my name is the mountain” said he
Who stands firm with hope and determination.
“Behind me ends your pity sun, and then rises
I hath eyed your world too long that, I hath
Seen her every bloody phase and her compassion”
Quoth’d again he with a pride in his tone.
“I, so vast, so endless and so much deep
That thou and thy people will be lost in me, forever”
The rain begins as whispered he as a thunderous roar
And my legs then felt weak and I fell to the floor.
mayank sharma
