By Jaesryna Sachdeva
on passing through the cosmic mountains,
I saw a hollow cave.
not a speck of fire, a torch or a lantern.
darkness filled it like air.
the mountain was ethereal.
so mighty, so tall.
it stood there, in its grandeur.
and I watched it, wondering about its great fall.
I did what I shouldn’t have done.
I went up the mountain, to it’s dark cave
my eyes harnessed a view so grave
just because I had deemed the idea great fun.
there lay a lion,
asleep but not soundly.
the cave covered with a smoky fog,
I found it sad but ferociously
hoping to get a better look, I cleared the fog, cleared the smoke.
that’s when I saw a little puppy
it almost felt like a joke.
a child living in a hollow cave
up in mighty mountain,
what a regretting founder I was,
what a tragic fate.
sorrow had made the puppy look fierce,
but it had made him lifeless.
it’s home looked beauteous,
but the cave, a tragic mess.
it would take years to end the suffering of mighty mountain,
when sand would fill in the emptiness.
when the cave would cease to exist,
a glacier would melt to form a water fountain,
ending the cave, and the lion’s sorrowful mist.
just know that a mountain might be sitting next to you,
as you read this
be wary of its cave,
be wary of the puppy too
don’t go up that hill.
By Jaesryna Sachdeva
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