Expedition of life starts at dawn.
Trainers come genetically,
custom and society fill the gap,
we start a journey,
the route is misty.
I started for the Kanchenjunga
Half of the track was well lit road
rest was chosen weather-wise.
While I was in the last camp,
the peak was conquered by fast runners.
It took several years to start new expedition,
light came from 'post meridiem'
air changed a lot,
it was another peak in the same Himalayas.
Now the hazards are known, I strive.
4th June,2017.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Experience to treasure, a nice read.
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