Prod, God And All
Standing before me, the mountain
Tall, black, strong and impregnable
Challenging my nerve and gumption
Ready to laugh if I turn tail
But I must cross it, that’s my will
My life; need dire and my future
Between being skeptic and hopeful
At the task uphill, I fritter
The lull is painful and I stare
At all directions for some aid
Not sure, who’s there really to care
I prayed God; looked for a sign; odd
Someone’s there at the altitude
Real or my pipe dream’s contour
Knew not! But he gave me a prod
To scale the hill with new vigour
I sweat and pant in my clamber
Of and on looking at that man
Waving my hands with an ardour
That I’m going to reach him soon
Tedious; yet faith as my boon
I trog, trek to reach the apex
But to my surprise I saw none
To share my win; accept my thanks
It’s now just silence and blankness
I bask there in the sky blues and
Caressing soothing winds; it’s bliss
A winner’s euphoric proud stand
I started looking up and down
Found a man at the foot of the hills
Waved him with a smile to come on
Now I am his prod, God and all
poem by Sathya Narayana
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