Optimism Poem by Pallav Bhandari

I see the cliff
Ninety degree steep
Below flows a river
Several meters deep
Hanging on a rope
I collect my hope
Tied on a trunk
The rope is strong
But it has a girth
Larger than my fist!

Right leg finds a support
Left is hanging free
Neck bent upward
I look at the tree
Hundreds feet above
The leaves are green
That is the point
We had never been.

Push the rocks, pull the rope
‘It is so simple' I had thought
But my arms are fatigued
I am loosing the grip
My toes have bled
And dry is my lip
The sun is so strong
‘It must be noon'
I said to myself
"You'll die soon"

Lots of them were lost
Crocs ate them all
I believed, this was simple
But I am going to fall
My seniors were there
Advised not to take a risk
I now regret
I had listened them at least.

I was thinking all this
When a breeze hit me
Sweat cooled my body
The god was with me


A brisk of optimism
I would rather call it
Filled my muscles
And wounds were healed.

I looked down,
And then up
I have no choice
But to reach the top
I will taste the fruits
And will show my roots
I will be on a point
We had never been
I will be on the place
I'd always dreamed.