The Savan Durga Trek

We could still see the moon high in the western sky, 

When got into the bus in spirits high,

We were gonna climb a hill, 

We were gonna tire and persevere still. 

And 'we did and how' was the triumphant cry, 

Arthritis and vertigo were bid good bye, 

Up and up on cactus laden path, 

Up the boulders, we climbed, we crawled.

Some reached the heights of beauty, 

Sat on a fort wall thinking deeply, 

Some gave up half way so graciously, 

Half trek, our bit, done, they shrugged unapologetically. 

By 10 we were down getting  group-selfies, 

But what I cherish most are the memories, 

Of holding hands, of helping, encouraging, 

Of sharing, posing, independence enabling.

Back in the bus rejoicing, 

Working, yes, hushed talking,

Of curtains pulling, sleeping,

Of smiling, quietly team building. 

Clicking. CLIxing. :)

- Written on 25 Feb 2016. Posted today :) 

- An observation from a hill trek @Savan Durga with friends and colleagues.