I took the cart, then the gallop

then the rope,

my bare hands

breaking, healing, firming, that grip of mine

I climbed, I climbed on

As I reach some solace, the stage where I camp,

the grimmer greater summit stares down on me, glares at me, mocks me, challenges me

the resolve to climb, the call to climb

as I prod, I look at greener below,

the road I took is now a snake,

the river I crossed is now a snake,

the desire line I took is also serpentine..

ants crawling along in my hamlet,

ants lining up in my school,

ants running around in my father’s fields,

I ask myself,

for the answer that I seek

What is the question!

as I ask peom leh ladakh sceneary

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