The living!

Crossing a deep valley,
Savoring the winds music merrily
High on the mountains,
I stand forgetting the pains
In my limbs, in my ribs
And in my heavy heart beats.
While feathers dance with delight,
My thoughts go light
As I watch them passing by
Along with loving birds flying high.
Those chirping birds!
What a romantic ballet they exhibit!
With all the fires in them getting lit!
No confusions, no regrets,
But only a grand fusion of frets.
On the moist lands I see my feet engraving.
And I know its worth the crossing.

“The romance in working hard in things we are interested in,
like what a musician, a mathematician, a trekker, a sportsman, a philosopher would do”


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