Up above on the icy ridge,
I struggle through icy winds,
My boots strike white adversity,
My breath climbs against me !
Up above, on that icy ridge,
Memories dip in sweat and tears.
Egos fall with each heavy step,
And the heart craves divine summit !
Up above, near the light,
I exhale my soul’s pitch darkness.
I lose myself to the divine voices,
I birth again with mighty mountains !
©2021 Piyush Singh