Saw an abode on the mountain,
Coruscating sublunary, in this shack;
But million steps forth to walk,
Ain’t alone as millions amidst in stack,
Thought to push to move ahead,
Alas! Always someone came afore;
So, exerted to rearward tracks,
But no space on road nor on shore.
Appraised sky, locked now eyes,
As sweat grew more in the brawl;
Stranded, affixed as passed all,
Weren’t steps any that didn’t crawl;
White flag raised, hands went high,
Isn’t the race in love worth to fall! :)
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2021