Wednesday, November 3, 2010

A climb in the monsoon


A climb in the incessant rains

In hills and vales far above the plains.


Splashing thru’ innumerable streams

Clouds and fog and misty realms…


Roar of a mighty waterfall

As it plunges down a rocky wall.


Lifting now the cloud reveals

The rocky summit thru’ wispy veils


A soaring cliff of black basalt

Outlined against a dull grey vault


Sailing in a sea of white

And now the clouds hide it from sight…


Trudging among the weeping trees

In pelting rain and whipping breeze


Steeply, the track winds on and on…

Just when our minds of hope are shorn,


There looms ahead the final ridge.

Hundred feet more to the top, we judge.


Gripping the glistening wet basalt,

We launch into the tough assault


With taut muscles and strained sinew,

And for once not bothered of the view,


Climbing steadily in a single row

Till there’s no more left to go….

2 comments:

Seema B Menon said...

WOW! So well written Unni Chetta :)

smm said...

Thank you, Peemu!! :)