The heart is on toe and nerves are still
As I look up the peak from down the hill
The ridge , the river, the route and the cliff
I saw them all steriled and stiff
With zeal at its brim and will at its high
I stretched my stride and was ready to fly
The tremors of the earth, I jibbed behind-
were the omens of almighty, but i was blind
Jinks-I was, I jinked up the route
Hasty- I was, never saw where to shoot
Route was untraced but the peak was mine
confidence was high but god is not so benign
Detrimental to my own, I went up unplanned
Near top near bottom, in the middle I hanged
The day suddenly ended and dark came down
And the grin on my face, changed to frown
The earth shook below and sky turned around
Everything was moving and yet no sound
The peak I saw... Was shaking
Like a giant... Awaking
The rocks were tumbling
As my fate was fumbling
I felt stuck, I felt numb
Strength was dying but soul did not succumb
I hanged there waited for the show to end
just to advance and carry on the trend
Yes TREND it was and least of passion
So i still stand here to hold the bastion.......
