I Step by step, cleft by cleft i rise to meet destination above; Wind, though, rushes and drags me down, urge keeps me in move
II no crag, no stone at hand i hold a torrent, oh, its time all my zeal i put to conqure its clime
III whether I could step up a crag with strenuous hand and mind would I ever reach the zenith or await for me Sysphyisus' fate?
oh, the urge against the flow lived the agonies in a mo heaven ward the will & down ward the drill, would go!
Once had an occasion to meet a great artist Satish Pimple Sir and I was stunned with his beautiful painting. I deeply gazed it. He enquired "what do I get?". I couldn't tell him the exact impression. But I was obessed with it. Later, in the evening I had these lines.