Up,
up, up, climbing up
With
the hope to encounter light,
On
an endless, rootless,
And
ruthless peak,
Started
as young and vibrant,
With
hale and hearty spirit,
Years
pass on and on,
Tangled
in the deepest darkness,
Amidst
a winding lifeless creeper,
Blindfolded
till the beauty wanes,
Till
the sensitivity senses the humdrum,
Groping
for life lost many years,
Gasping
for breath thrust forward,
However,
fragments of the dead creeper,
Cling
tight to the ankle,
Know
not the way to cut them off
Dragging
the feet with the burden,
In
the path of steep and sharp,
Beyond
the hopelessness and haplessness,
Still
up, up, up, climbing up!
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