On the summit
Here, on the sharpest
peak of glory
At the verge of the highest
summit
I stand my head
erect, steady and stout!
It is so amazing to
be the only one
Among the crowd of so
many like !
My vanity mounting,
prudent airs waving !
But,
Is this a moment’s
imagery of bliss?
I do get it as I look
down to the stairs
I climbed up, the slopes I cringed to
And then the
short-cuts I drew
The unclear routes I
traversed !
In the introspection,
as a statue
I stand and stare
around
Finding nothing
around, none to surround !
The huge depth alone
exists
An awareness that I
am left alone !
The steep shallowness
underneath
Is threatening to
gulp me down!
Perplexed and
confused am I
Unable to compose on
the pointed pose,
Bound unsteadily in
the tiny periphery,
None to clap and
acknowledge
I realize what I gained
are just gone vain!
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