Mountain

On the peak of the mountain,

There I stood, eyeing the horizon,

Watching the sun rise,

Watching the birds fly,

Watching the sky turn to orange.

On the peak of the mountain,

There I stood, eyeing beneath me,

Seeing roads like tiny belts,

Watching people move like ants.

On the peak of the mountain,

There I stood, shaking by the wind,

Watching clouds close to me.

On the peak of the mountain,

There I stood, with myself,

No one around, only me….

© Ashraf Shaikh