The Calling

The Calling

When all your favourite mountains to be climbed

Are done with climbing

Oceans have been crossed

There’s nothing waiting

To be claimed or won

Except time

And time is difficult to kill

For the thrill starts to ebb

To an unrelenting dull ache of yearning

That’s doomed to die in feeble spasms

If not realised

The call doesn’t let them rest

Enjoy their spoils

Their withered garden and yellowing lawns

Broken picket fence and chipping walls

Can wait indefinitely

Their yearnings can’t

For,

Not all great climbers can sprint on land

And the best sailors necessarily

Don’t win the Butterfly

©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar