The Last Stanza
The Path Uphill
This stony path I have toiled for ages,
Happiness I have forgotten to the shadows of time.
I know this futile work is eternal and so my heart rages,
But still I toil like the monotonous music of a wind-chime.
Now the memories of my free roaming are distant,
This lifeless rock is now my best friend.
My task is futile and I have no time to lament,
But the path downhill is the moment that I most dread.
This small space of time in the vastness of eternity,
When the vision of my misdeeds flashes before me.
Agonizes my heart and weakens my soul within this hardened body,
For this small drop of time allows my mind to dwell free.
But now the approaching summit demands my attention,
And so I accept this condemned fate as my own.
Prajwol Thapa
Prajwol Thapa loves reading books during his free time and they range from the science fiction novels of Issac Assimov to the novels of John Grisham. Lately he has been attempting to read more realistic novels and this has been a completely new experience for him. Prajwol believes that every form of literature gives us an insight into our own lives and the lives of people around us. Literature opens our mind to new horizons and allows us to live thousand different lives through the word of a single author. He is currently doing his bachelor's at United Academy.
