A Ladder Towards The Limitless

As a child, a mortal youth with a puerile mind–

Counting out stars in the boundless depth;

Overhead in a clearer night.

They fueled my vision to be one amongst them,

Someday, sometime.

I started my ascend at an early age,

Building a ladder with bones and sticks

Each rung coated with sweat and tears,

Each step taken, drowning the upcoming fears

In tides of growing courage.

Not all steps were firm footed

Many a times I fell – to start over

But I had my life with me still,

And that was what mattered most.

Now , many years hence,

having just stepped on the last rung of time,

I looked back at the little me

Who , with chubby hands and dumpy feet,

Had just started making a ladder

And I know now that

He was already at the topmost rung

Touching the skies with empty hands..