AN UPHILL TASK

Hills always fascinate me.

In my childhood

in my teenage

in my youth.

The more I climbed up to the top

the more happier I felt.

The speed with which

I ran up the hill

and reached the top

and looked around

was a thrilling experience to me.

I enjoyed the beautiful landscape

all around me

including my house

at the bottom of the hill

and upon noticing my near and dear

roaming around the house

everything filled my mind

like a reservoir reaching its brim.

The more I grew up

the sooner I felt tired

conceding defeat like an army on the run

fearing its enemy country’s soldiers

go on conquering more and more land.

On my way up

mind you, when I am walking across the bridge

of my middle age

to my upper middle age

I am forced to take

rest at several places

before accomplishing my mission of reaching the top.

In case I reach the

sunset of my life

walking up the hill

always makes me shudder

what would I do

if I dream about

climbing up the hill to the top…

An uphill task, an impossible task, no doubt….