When thirteen wild boars walked into cave,
Or fourteen peaks who climbed sky high;
Where dived one into the deepest trench,
Or dream to take leap from karman line.
In thousand miles the driest walk,
Breaking barrier of sound, time went slow;
On mountains alone who sat for ages,
Painted blue dot farthest away to show.
Feet on summit or beneath deepest depth,
Could see the World what witnessed few;
Albeit couldn’t breathe amidst
enshrouded,
With clouds, light, darkness, pressure grew.
Wouldn’t worth, long to measure,
immeasurable?
As enwreathed with unknown, & never
knew! :)
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2022