The Mountain

a poem by Sharath K

The mountain stood mighty and gray
all alone, every night and day

Through passing cloud, storm and rain
heat and cold and many a pain

Waiting to reach and touch the sky
gleaming above in a realm so high

Why aspire, the wind may ask?
To achieve such a task

Here you stand towering above all
yet why do you reach to fail and fall”

The sky is vast, changing yet same
furiously violent yet incredibly tame

Could I capture that infinity in me
which the sky is born to be

You have not tried, so why do you lie?
I need to try before I die”

So said the mountain great
Out to change what seems its fate