Redemption

By Harshit Bisht

what for

is this downright devastation

where peaks amassed, far behind

farfetched is the thought of braving to climb

what for is this doom

where eyes fall in vain with no exits to the room

whence rise the fears once feared away

to drub the mass in a stroke fared sway

in ‘who’ lies the answer, who art thou?

he who conquered, who once asked the crowd

what for is the question, he roared, at the behest of the hour

in ‘I’, does lie the answer, he sounded, in all his power

By Harshit Bisht