Dark above the world, under this scenic sky,
We feel the frostiness of snow, with moonlight as a spy.
We finished our mission, and assembled as a group,
Warming our hands, cherishing a cup of soup.
Came our trek leader, who was a local host,
Frightening us all, with his tale of ghosts.
Every mountain has its story, he said with a smile,
This landscape creates memories, with every passing mile.
Away from home, with phones free from network,
This nature-imposed isolation acted as a perk.
Little did we know, of what lies within,
Our hearts needed a break, from the race it had seen.
These hills and stars were there to call,
To keep moving, with steps taken small.
Break was what was needed, in this land of lama,
To recharge ourselves, with the wonderful panorama.
As night grew darker, we saw a shooting star,
We prayed for tranquillity when life goes bizarre.
Pause is all it takes, for joy to magnify,
To cherish every moment, while taking the road so high.
Kevin is a second year PGP student, who recently went on a trek to the Himalayas at Dayara Bugyal in Uttarakhand. This poem expresses the memories on the eve of the summit day, in the snow clad mountains and meadows, 12000 feet above sea level, as students assembled for dinner after an exciting 3-day uphill trek.