Beyond the Clouds
Risking it all
in the earthbound sky
Her summit was calling,
the weather defies
An avalanche beckoned,
one Sherpa was lost
A trek through the death zone,
another one gone
The temperature dropping,
the oxygen sparse
My crampons now heavy
and feeling much worse
To retreat or push on,
the danger the same
All hail Sagarmatha
—still calling my name
(Memories Of Nepal: March, 2021)
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