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 !