I climbed a mountain
the mountain had hard rocks, deep troughs
A trough was waiting for me to fall
I struggled a lot
But in midst there came a storm which held me back
I stood there silent and still
I cried and the mountain too
When I decided to go back
a hand came and asked me to push myself
I gave my hand in his hand
He held my hand tight and together we climbed
We fell but that hand lock wasn't broken
We got on the top and the view was very beautiful
And that hand was still there to hold me
To prevent me from falling
It gave me an assurance not to worry
I slept in his arms and thanked God for that lovely view and him in my life
From : Jayantika Soni
11 th Feb ' 09
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