In the hindsight, there weren’t many thoughts churning within.
Yet, the gazer was thoughtful then ever.
That stream of water which seemed like liquid silver,
was flowing effortlessly like it has been there since forever.
The top which I had climbed, resembled like a foothill.
For there were many peaks which still looked down upon me.
Only silver could enjoy the fall & spill.
To this, the illustrious & I did agree.
Calibration of perspective & check of ego
harmed none since the dawn of time.
Sometimes it requires more effort to let go,
maybe that is why most fail to climb.
My peak, which was now the foothill,
asked me to carry on till I bend the knee.
An insult it was for the venture was to be the king.
After a point of time, life & you just don’t agree.
The newer highs were now more desirable than ever
and hardship too climbed with me whilst keeping himself hidden.
It would strike at every slip and endeavour, but
that rock I sat on yesterday, imbibed the conquered hardships, making me wiser & better.