Poem: The mountain

I never loved a mountain , 

I was afraid of climbing until 

oneday , I faced a high mountain 

on the way of my life . 

I was afraid but still , there was no option 

I took up my arms to climb over it 

It was not so easy 

but still I climbed and climbed .. 

Then , at a point , I faced a pain on my elbows and legs  . 

My hands were intended to escape from climbing and I was just falling down ! 

But for God's grace , I was helped by a tree 

Then , I again started climbing . 

I climbed and climbed  until 

I reached on the top of the mountain 

The scenery , the air , the weather 

Everything were nice upon the mountain 

And I was afraid of it ? 

I spread  my hands to heal in the air 

and then shout at my top of voice 

which  echoes over the whole region 

“ Victory !” 

The mountain is life ! 

Debadrita Sarkar

Debadrita Sarkar, a Class 10 student from India, finds inspiration for her poetry and writing in the vivid memories of her childhood adventures. Her words, like the lilting melodies of Bengali songs, reflect the profound influence of Kaviguru Rabindranath Tagore, her literary mentor.

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