ThE StOrY...

He was climbing a mountain high ,

Taking each step with a care -

And the years passed by ...

Slow was it - It was really Slow ,

But till then he had never -

Never heard the word "I Cant ... No"

He had covered the climb almost ,

And a few miles were left -

Over a cliff he came face to face with 'her' ...

And in those eyes he was lost ...

She too was there for a climb -

Swifter than him ... Faster than him ...

Asked he , "How come you reach so fast?

We seem to have Started at the same time -

Than How can you so easily pass?"

"Well i got wings - i can fly" , told she ,

"Just be with me and you can too fly" ...

And Now he began to enjoy the 'thrills' of life -

He lost what he was there for ,

He lost what he was going for ,

Sharing evrything with the winged 'fairy' ...

So easily the days turned into nights -

And he was never so wise to see how time flew by ...

One day he heard a thunder , he looked up high -

"Soon there will be a storm",he thought ...

Atlast he realised how little time was left for the climb !

"Dont worry , here take these wings" , told she ...

Yes,she told and gave - She gave and she flied ,

She flied ... she flied ....

Asking him to come behind ...

Hastingly he tried to follow her -

But alas ! He couldn't ,

'Cause wings were not for him ,

And nor in those 'sweet' times -

He had learnt to fly !!

So he tried and tried - but he couldn't ,

And now he is on his old way -

His faithfull old style ...

But now in the storm its difficult a much ...

Its difficult a much ...