The Mountain Still Stands Tall

The Mountain Still Stands Tall short poem

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You feel you have conquered it all.
Your big ego still feels small
Look man … The mountain still stands tall.
You blast your way up to the top
But you know not now … Where to stop
The hill you just walked now seems so small
Look man … Behind it a mountain still stands tall.
The rocks that hang, scare you like a troll
The river you twisted gurgles with a growl
Your false pride may not last through it all
Look man … The mountain will still stand tall

Poet’s Note –
Recently went on a Road trip to Kaza, situated along the Spiti River river at an elevation of 3,650 metres (11,980 ft) above mean sea level. There I realized, though man had tried to reach everywhere, there was always some more left. The over powering view of the majestic mountain and the late night sounds of the otherwise calm river made me witness the smallness of man and his big ego. Can we ever take control of Nature?

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I have been writing since I was in class five, and I have written (like many others) for myself and kept my writings hidden in the pages of my diary. After 10 years of office and family duties I finally brought the writer in me out of the closet and started sharing my writings on public forums. The first time I did so , my story was selected by Penguin Publishers and Mrs Sudha Murty and published in an anthology "Something Happened on the Way to Heaven". This encouraged me to share my works further. So here I am ...
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Nadeem Qazilbash
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Quit the rat race and there is peace. Turn the corner from ‘ego point’, onto calm street.

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