Each Painful Step
Reaching the very tip of any mountains,
To trip over rocks,
To bleed from wounds,
To collapse from exhaustion,
Are all from my mundane carelessness.
But others have a potential to clear the path
Without a single wound
Without any flaw
And with ostentatious sublimity.
But they fail to realize
Why their legs refuse to endure
For long enough,
For long enough to reach the mountain top,
With such legs of perfection.
Though my legs are distorting
Though my legs are sputtering out red
Though my legs are staggering with extreme pain,
I carry my listless and fruitless body to that mountain
To that glorious tall mountain stood upright,
Waiting for me to challenge him once more.
But I have no worries
As my legs become stronger
As I set foot from one mountain to another.
I climb the next mountain as always,
As always with mundane carelessness.
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