I never loved a mountain,
I was afraid of climbing until
one day, 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 felt pain in my elbows and legs.
My hands wanted to escape from climbing, and I was just falling down!
But by God's grace, I was helped by a tree.
Then, I again started climbing.
I climbed and climbed until
I reached the top of the mountain.
The scenery, the air, the weather—
everything was nice upon the mountain.
And I was afraid of it?
I spread my hands to heal in the air
and then shouted at the top of my voice,
which echoed over the whole region:
“Victory!”
The mountain is life!
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.
