I go up the lofty Himalayas
a duress untold.

The expedition might be unsupportive
disregarded as unrequired at the point.

I climb as I need a solace
puffing and blowing.

While I reach the summit
a sense of gratification fills.

It is an illusion, I chuckle
I am reputed for my aching knees.

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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