Stumbled I across
the rugged mountain track,
Tall pines lingered above,
The gigantic peaks snubbed,
I felt the smallest there.
Cold air touched peaks,
Higher they appeared still,
Shrivelled I and crinkled,
Passed clouds above swiftly,
Confirmed piteous lowness mine.
Trifling I felt,
Took them as ghosts around,
Subdued I was,
Less by the body weak,
But more in the mind.
My eyes saw piteously,
Sick was my soul
in getting fooled by the pessimistic eyes,
Aching were my legs,
More by the weakness imagined.
Earlier, the sun illuminated
the whole valley alongside,
Living were all except me,
Now, setting it was,
And imminent was gloom.
Knew I, the lost opportunity,
Wasted I the entire day
in seeing desperate dark,
Now, manifold it was,
Realized I, the lost light.
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