There is a huge mountain lush green,
Its peak breaking the clouds with sheen;
From far it appears a beautiful dream,
I walk nearer and the sheen begins to dim;
The rocks peep from the green bright,
It scares me with its height and might
Not looking at its peak with my down cast eyes,
Crossing the leg hurting pits,the spirit never dies;
I climb higher and realize one day,
And then I am very happy and gay;
Now the sky is bright blue above,
Conquering it I m full with awe;
The sun basks me and I bathe in rain,
Not a miracle but a gift from perfect pain;
Copyright 2015 Chitkala Mulye (Chitkala Aditosh)
Chitkala Mulye 
wow truly nice poems…..
I wish you to write more n more beautiful poems like these.
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Thank you Deepti
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The poem and the cover pic is perfectly matching . watching the picture while reading the poem feels exciting !!!! While reading this poem ,feels that what would be the next line!!!! …Awesum peom. No words to express !!!!
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Thank you Saurabh,i am flattered
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Kadak ….
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Thank you pooja
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Not a miracle but a gift from perfect pain;…very true…no pain no gain…A beautiful poem !
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Thank you again Mr.Asm
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There’s a grandeur in the goal of all treks. But the sweetest of em all, is the will to wander higher.
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aaaahhh!
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O.o some sounds jus can’t be interpreted easily. Now that’s one definitely. 😀
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So motivating!
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Thanks Arnav!
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