The hill is steep,
The climb is rough;
Her brows creased with marks of toil.
She lifts her eyes to the space above
And clambers on, her rags are soiled.
With the blood and sweat of years gone by,
She clambers on and hopes to find,
A clear blue sky beyond the clouds.
She had learnt, from dawn of birth
There exists another life
A path which leads to eternity.
But that road is hard to track,
With every step she has fallen back
Into the destitute land of hate,
Wilderness of despise.
Along the way, she had met
With many a frivolous, petty joy,
Jewels shadowed by the hills
Among its grooves and caves and rocks.
The entice her, slow her pace
Calling to the lust within her soul.
Rushing forth she beholds
Scattered flowers, shining forth.
Alas they wither at her touch, those delicate petals
Of fame, fortune, and of love.
One by one, they all did fall.
She was left with empty hands.
So she walked on in quest,
She still gazed up in hope
That the merciless sky would yield one day,
And the beauty of heaven display.
Time, regardless of all, goes by.
The third great age comes to be.
She still climbs that wretched peak,
Clinging to the cracks of sympathy
That destiny has flung her way.
Probing for the gifts that luck
Had carelessly strewn among the thorns.
Her frame is bent, her joints curled
In pursuit of all she wants;
For she has to learn to take, to snatch,
Never to give, nor spare.
Now let her pause a little while,
Let her sit and ponder
Upon the life that she has led,
This trek of ‘civilization’.
Has she reached her elusive goal?
Is she still far behind?
Did she choose the right way there?
Have all her dreams been dreamt?
Has greed destroyed her sight
Of the crevices up ahead?
She knows that time is running short,
She knows that she may fail.
But hope lives on through mists of doubt,
That plague her tortured mind.
The light is near, though it may be dim,
She lives in the hope of finding Him.
The third great age has come to be.
Her life has been of length.
She has survived a million deaths
And has ten thousands left.
She shines on towards sacred peace
That she has sought so long.
She will attain harmony,
Or perhaps, lose it after all.
But she’ll resume her climb in years to come,
She knows that hope lives on.
As Man moves closer to the moment,
He knows that hope lives on.