The Mountaineer

There were scenes of water fountains,

In-between, a man was climbing up the fountain.

Up and up he wanted to go atop,

Every step he reached by climbing the slop.

Lurched and lurked his hands slipped,

Suddenly he grabbed the rocks’ cliff.

Now, he began to think, why he was going to top cliff,

Knowing, there can be more and more malicious slips.

But then, he remembered his passion to be a mountaineer,

The passion he got by every person’s mountain fear.

He thought about the sayings of others,

Still, from those comments, his mind didn't bother.

Now, he got the chance to become what he wanted,

To show all those people by whom he was taunted.

And if went down,

He may not be able to match eyes with the town.

Going down would show his defeat due to his fear,

It can also affect the future of the kid mountaineer.

He will go up, he thought,

To fulfill his dream from the summit, he sought.

So, he went up and up; so high,

At every step taking rest, breath and sigh.

Now, he was on his last rock,

Climbing up on mountain, his dream could be locked.

Suddenly the rock he held got slipped and his hand turned,

His hands got off the cliff, twitched and skin-burned.

Now, you all readers, get back to context and realize,

Do you think from there he came back alive?