Sadpara

God did not gave me wings

I still learnt to fly

I still touched the sky

Stars look at me with wonder

Never thought of these mountains as an enemy

They are friends who embrace me with open arms

I tread them like they are my home

I tell them stories about pygmy mortals

And they tell me about the giants who even defeated courage

They love me and I love them

Who would have thought that I would become a mountain too

So whenever you will come to meet them

You may find me there somewhere near or far

But there