An Ascent through the Storm

By Arthit Kumar Dutta

When all was lost,

Stuck in the midst of a storm

Full of adversities,

Deprived of contentment was I.

Yet, when I looked across the horizon,

A fire in my heart that had resided

Proclaimed,

“Why dost thou be sad?

For in times of adversities,

Hope fails not to prevail”

This was it, I found it again;

A chance, an opportunity to prove, I had regained

A joyous dance rejoiced in my heart.

As it presented itself to me,

I looked up at it, ready to be free,

Yet I could not bring myself to catch hold of it

“One more chance gone? Just like that?”

I stood still, petrified of my act.

“Falter not” my heart exclaimed, and I went forward.

A majestic steed kept ready for me;

I went over and rode on top through mountains and their trees

With every passing second,

Time would pass a second faster.

Through the paradise above we went,

And over the canyons of hell we galloped away.

When dusk was near, I looked back once more;

I was tired, I was hungry, yet I was starving no more.

As the sun set, and as midnight neared,

I closed my eyes for the last time, and everything else disappeared.

By Arthit Kumar Dutta