Art of Cimeries

Each step taken, puts one more behind.
Each step taken, reduces the incline.
Each mountain climbed, leaves a guide.
Each mountain climbed, puts one more by the side.
Each seed plated, grows two by the head.
Each seed planted, makes another bread.

The last I step. The last I climb.
Nothing left but these weak knees and seeds.
With the last seed left, at the end of the line…
Bears the world tree that shall lead and feed.



Poem By Sanjeev 'Cimeries' Retnasingam