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!
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 8:10 AM UTC
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.
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