Down among assemblage of the common
I gaze up to the peak of the Mountain of Glory
It pierced into the heaven and embraced its purity
Many who lacked the determination have failed to touch it
Will I be able to achieve the crown?
These doubts charred the courage of my soul
But then a voice within the depth called out
‘We may rise and fall, but then we get an opportunity.
An opportunity to get up and continue our journey.’
With these thoughts orbiting around my mind
I initiated my journey from the bottom
The mountains resisted me for I was a stranger to them
It started raining and I was wet yet I continued.
Then there was the blizzard and I was cold
I was frozen like a soulless entity yet I continued.
Frustrated for having failed to eradicate me
The mountains unleashed shower of boulders
Alas! My left leg got crushed under the weight of a merciless boulder
I was crying alone on the mountain terrain
Nobody replied back to my cries except for my echoes
My blood-bathed leg turned cold and lifeless
I took off my shirt and tied it around my leg to stop the bleeding
I then, continued supporting my entire body upon my right leg
Limping and leaving behind ruby droplets I climbed
Upon climbing the last elevation! Oh! I reached the peak!
Gentle zephyrs of the heaven welcomed and cheered me!
The Sun glowed brightly to acknowledge my glory!
My name was written among the names of the immortals!
While the birds sang ‘Ye have conquered the Mountain of Glory!’