Highest peak, by Jadia4708au Subscribe to rss feed for Jadia4708au

So many achievements and feats by able bodied persons
They have high ambitions and fulfillment with reasons
And why not they dream high for personal goals?
As it will always be the desire for inviting calls

It is not easy to score victory for adversary?
It has become now all that important and necessary
It is moving through all difficult terrains and hostile
winds
Let us hope and resolve it with bright hopes to find

Some one pertinently asked me the question in disbelief?
How come a handicapped person goes top with belief?
I had no reason to hide the answer but merely stared
I could laugh at him and cut joke but did not dare

Can lame person scale the highest peak? 
If God is pleased then yes even if he is weak
when mentally retarded can understand and speak? 
Why can you not do it if not in days than in weeks?

His blessings are invariably must 
Provided you have full confidence and trust
If God is pleased then everything is possible
Dead can come to life and strong can crumble

The land can be turned infertile and fertile into barren
if He wished it to happen and that too all of sudden
We will face the upheaval and upset
When sun is in middle and not set 

We remember Him only when caught between cross fire
They have no time to spare little time for prayer
What else keeps them alive amidst all uncertainties?
When all odds disfavor them and no clear certainty
 
 It was our good luck that we are safe and alive
this is despite our wrong doings and reluctance to believe
We have been ample opportunities to prove and excel
Else we can not have the right to feel safe and well
 
No one can find out the reason or cause of their well being
They may still be ruling on vast land as king
They may be cruel on their subjects and very unkind
at any time they may be unseated with flow of wind

There won't be any easy escape route or recall
They will witness all worst things including downfall
The wind may throw them on and cause rout
No one will come to know  their where about

The change may sweep them away in flood
They may not be able to avail the good food
They may be forced to flee and leave all behind
There won’t be any trace or trail to find
Posted: 2011-02-27 03:37:41 UTC

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