MOUNTAIN

By G BHARGAV

Upset at the uphill

confronting the comfort of the flat

all the time looking down

at the people wandering like an ant,

took a trek to the peak

to possess its sense and sight.

Years of air collecting

the stone and dust

into its own design and artefact,

demanding the cost of sweat.

A calm moment

encroaching each thought

left behind with each feet,

the calmness of the mountain

making me its own,

where I never belonged,

became my home.

By G BHARGAV