23 - A Poem
A backpack of responsibilities She carries on her shoulders Leading a team of 23 More or less Yet at the end of the day Appears so carefree Over every high rise Down every descent She walks with a spring in her steps She's fit And she's cute She also maintains a calm composure Just like the company of mountains she keeps And whenever she passes you by Through her teeth, she smiles Draining your fatigue away And at the end of the day She spouts words of wisdom One after another It all makes me wonder God, is she really 23 Now, we are in Gurdum And our journey is almost done I hope she's satisfied That we stayed true To what she believes in That we left the mountains Better than we found it. Dedicated to my Trek Leader on Sandakphu Phalut Trek - Swarada