“Why do you climb the hill?
For many people are climbing?”
Many more are not climbing!
“Why do you climb the hill?
To squeeze pleasure out of pain?”
Can do that in hundred other ways!
“Why do you climb the hill then?”
“Because It Is There!”
Trek along………
Sweating profusely,
Sweltering sun beating on your head
Soil & Rock beneath burning like coal
March ahead……
Wielding the stick,
Wild thorns scratching the skin,
Wilder monkeys staring & scaring
Trek ahead………….
Bent down by the weight of your baggage…
‘Oh! You are at the peak now!”
‘Yes, I am……..!
The high wind blowing in my hair,
The trees, farmlands & houses, tiny,
…………….just beneath my feet!
“I conquered the hill!”
Oh! Is it so?
Did you conquer the hill?
Think over………., think over………
The hill….is still there!
Still & Unconquered!
The hill is Unconquered….
As long as there are men & women,
Men & women with desires,
Desires………..
……to reach the peak of hills,
…… to cross the endless horizons,
…… to Conquer the infinite universe
The hill remains…. ‘Unconquered’
&
“You…….. My dear…”
Huh! Ha…ha……
Laughed my mind,
……….mocking at me
“You Are Conquered, By your Ego!”
