The Ladder

By Udayakumar DS

Stooped over the steep hillock

With outstretched limbs firm in the sand

I stand peering down at the rock

Unflustered by the deriding task at hand.

I know not how many years have passed

Harsh winds and rains battered me round-the-clock

I endure them all solid and steadfast

Burying the temptation to turn away and walk.

Once I came up this mighty mountain

I know not how, fear that memory is lost

Embracing this final hurdle of steep terrain

Why did I never reach the summit at last?

Over aeons, I have pondered this vital question

Diverting me from skimming my forgotten past.

Thumping vibrations catch my attention

Rubbing my back as every day gets lost.

I dreaded the day when I would know who I am

For in it is a sour and humble fact trapped

A purpose-driven life uttered the mountain ram

Exuding positivity, awakening memories untapped.

I remembered the touch of a gentle wayfarer

And his words I always hear, A GREATER PURPOSE!

I stood, therefore, where his hands pointed forever

Enabling many to reach the top and rejoice.

I am a ladder abraded by many boots,

Trampled and used by multitudes.

Several wounds I flaunt as a tribute

Yet, I shall serve many with a selfless attitude.

By Udayakumar DS