A trek to the golden peak,
of clarity of every kind,
she had taken up earnestly
as her singular mission all along.
Near the upper reaches,
at the difficult terrain,
without any admonition,
an avalanche.
Her ego, frozen and hardened,
rushed towards her,
blocked further progress,
for ever,
like a wall of resistance.
She tried her best
to venture forward,
but she had lost the path
completely by then
and didn't know which way to turn.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
A trek to the golden peak,
of clarity of every kind,
she had taken up earnestly
as her singular mission all along.
Near the upper reaches,
at the difficult terrain,
without any admonition,
an avalanche.
Her ego, frozen and hardened,
rushed towards her,
blocked further progress,
for ever,
like a wall of resistance.
She tried her best
to venture forward,
but she had lost the path
completely by then
and didn't know which way to turn.
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