I am the high,
Tall eternal mountain,
And let me tell you,
Of what I know of you,
For I survived long,
And in my experience,
Kingdoms came and gone,
And seasons felt as,
Shades of morning and evening sun.

Maybe my reach not beyond,
To the world outside,
But of what I know,
Of the human inside,
Never changed as eternity pass by.

The experience of says,
Of time unknown,
That the powerful arrives,
To scribe in gold,
The mortal name for beyond,
And poet arrives,
To dance and share,
The beauty spread written with care,
And arrives the one with ambition,
To conquer my crown,
In the face of fear,
even if death breaks down.

And this is the simple game,
Repeated again and again,
Although it never bores,
For the simple reason,
The human nature,
Claiming the wisdom,
And their foolishness,
Amazes again and again.



P.S: Thank you and deep gratitude for reading my poems. It’s a newly discovered talent in me, maybe not rhyming and good enough, but I found poetry is the best medium to express our emotions. And that’s the reason I started writing them, it frees up my mind, relaxes me, and the creative expression is deeply fulfilling. I mostly write with my feelings and experience, and not to fill the word limit, so have to include these lines in every poem as they are shorter than one one-fifty words to publish. Accept my gratitude (although I don’t have much).


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