Reaching the Top
I stood along with a host of others,
In front loomed the peak, older than our forefathers.
The aim, all had was the same,
To conquer, reach the top and earn glory, or to fade in shame.
There was no going back, in trying our best and yet failing, there was no consolation,
For the winner has many fathers but the looser has none.
We have to attempt to scale the peak; it is our only choice,
Because, only the one who makes it to the top would have people listening to his voice.
To thwart us, the protectors of the hill are ready,
They are warriors, tough ruthless and hardy.
Many shall perish, only few shall make it,
And the rest would not be heeded by the world even a bit.
The hill I speak of looms before us like a giant,
The protectors stand menacing, ready to strike us with there full strength
One by one, we must beat them,
If we are to be remembered by this selfish world, earn glory and fame