The winter sun tried hard to shine,
Beating the cold, bitter squall..
So did my will tried hard to fight,
To break down the mighty wall..
The wall that had been building for long, using bricks of doubt, the mortar they used was thick with fear.
It was just not possible to break out…
I sat and pondered days and nights, flouting my head in vain..
When deep down I knew the only rescue,
Was rather quite inane…
There was no trick, no muscle, no wisdom… I just had to climb it all..
Like a child who would enjoy every bit, I had to crawl and crawl..
Just carry the juvenile fervor in my heart, to see on the other side,
Would bring me to the top sooner and show me what the wall would hide…
Oh! That pleasure, that victory, the sight…..
I’ll have to do this more often I think, when my judgment gets muddled,
I’ll have to bring out the child in me and not sit there all huddled :)