Much sought by all
the one tusked perches atop the rock
Huffing and panting I trudge uphill
Finite or infinite the steps
Seem infinite for me at fifty five
One foot up and the other foot too up
I stop to breathe normal
I contemplate which is easier
To the top or beat retreat
The old lady back so bent
Smiles at me and skips along
Two steps at once
Ashamed I follow but one step at a time
Drenched in sweat
I reach the abode
The black granite looks at me
Benevolently unsmiling
The granite is washed
Milk , honey, turmeric water
Flow down the monolith
Rivulets trickle down my spine
They itch their way down
The faithful accord decibel offerings
My ear drums vibrate
Why do we wake sleeping gods?
I descend back to earth
Each step less painful
The young man slides down the banister
I resist
temptation and stay sane
on terra firma I thank the obstacle remover.
