This is the last destination
of the wayward traveller,
Beyond the human reach,
these mountains
are frozen by destiny
as an immovable part of nature
We run and race
to touch and feel this
distant mirage,
but all we are allowed
is a fleeting glance
of this sculpted beauty
It is seemingly near
but too far for the human touch
A nice parable: The most beautiful and desirable objects (and objectives) tend to be remote and inaccessible.
very true. Thank you, Ken
so very fabulous and true. such are some beings too.
liked your interpretation:) Thanks a lot, Sharmishtha
Lovely sentiments…. At least we get to glance; even if fleetingly…!
that’s all we are allowed:) Thank you so much
Lovely words… to look to see and to love…
glad you see my point of view and thanks so much for commenting:)
Oh my passion, mountains!!! Even a fleeting glance is enough – sculpted beauty – yes! Really is true. Beautiful picture to go with your verses. Those first two lines have a lovely, almost fatal feel to them. Very clever thoughts run through the poem, but I am also happy with having that glance…!
yes, a momentary glance of the mountains stay in memory for a long period of time. Eyes may not see, but the heart will feel them. and thank you so very much for sharing your opinion on this poem:)