The Cave

Return to the road we love in some time,
This time is to enjoy as we tread and climb;
We reach and then cry, we stretch and make efforts
Too strange, for we can ride pleasurable comforts.
The summit of my hidden mountain is blamed
For my pain, for the pain is worse I claimed.
The foot of this mountain has a cave too eerie,
I formed it with my imagination drowsily;
I must excite the page on this day to keep the cave
That delivers safety to my soul believing I am brave.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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