By Somreeta Das
I’m not scared of heights.
I want to be on the tallest building.
I love to climb the highest mountain.
At the height of success is where I’ll always be.
People say that I shouldn’t look down while climbing,
The sight of the drop can be scary
But I’ve always had a mind of my own -
I go out and do precisely what I fancy.
As I look down, the ground beneath isn’t visible,
I strain my eyes but the fall stretches without an end -
Suddenly I feel light headed and lose my balance,
Fear grips me from all ends.
I place careful steps as I climb,
Forcing myself to not look down again.
An invisible force in the depths of mind,
Attracts my eyes back to the drop again.
I feel myself let go this time,
I close my eyes as the fall begins.
Did it last a moment or forever?
I remember nothing except the ground I hit.
It takes a while to pull myself together again,
To look up and see the heights I could have climbed.
I put one foot in front of the other,
I know now, fear is just the imagination of my mind -