An enormous mountain stands before my eyes
But it can not hold me back
Neither can I be bound by the ties
My life has made to yours.
I’ve crossed thousands of rivers;
I’ve passed through mountains;
I’ve climbed over them
To behold the beauty on the other side.
I’ve done them all alone.
Always, I’ve been on myself.
Don’t you be sad
That you have to stay back;
Before fate turns bad.
I can’t let you go alone!
Your steps have been hindered
By this mountain once.
A lone traveller you were then;
You lost your bearings,
And when you finally came
To a clearing,
You were half-alive.
My father and I brought you here
And you got back half your life.
Through ceremonious ties,
We’ve been bound.
Don’t say you want to leave me alone;
Don’t climb that mountain without me;
Don’t cross rivers on yourself.
For we’ve sworn:
“Through all places and times
We shall never be apart.”
You’re true, dear.
And you’ve made it clear
That I can’t forever travel alone.
I need a partner
With whom I can climb the mountains;
With whom I can cross the streams;
With whom I can share my pains,
Hold my hand,
Come with me.
I can confidently face anything
When you’re beside me.
(P.S.: The concept for this poem came through a dream and my upcoming novel “Quest”.)