The Mountains Calling

Stuck in a hazy nightmare,
Lost in an urban illusion,
Craving to get my breath,
Back from the land above !

A faint whisper wakes me,
From an urban slumber.
Holds my face and echoes
“Come to me in the land of Gods

O powerless soul! wake up,
Free yourself from this muddle,
The mess that pollutes ,
Is created by you !

O powerless soul! Come
To me and see my greatness,
How wrong you are
How minute you are !

The life which you live
Is full of greed , is so futile !
Climb, sweat and feel the pain.
Come, breathe, see the light with me !

©2020 Piyush Singh