Srinjay Chakravarti (born, 1973) is a journalist, economist and poet. His first book of poems, Occam's Razor, received the Salt Literary Award from the Australian literary trust in 1995. He won the first prize in the Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg Memorial Poetry Competition in 2007.
The journey lasts for days and days.
We trek up valley, hill and slope
We carry with ourselves the hope
To traverse strange, untrodden ways.
We enter now a world of clouds.
Along the way we hear the call
Of mountain wind and waterfall.
The pallid mist is spreading shrouds.
At last we reach the final peak.
The summit beckons us to come
The sir is cold, our feet are numb.
We climb to reach the place we seek.
The path is step and narrow there.
It snakes its way- these stairs of stone
Now mark the route we make our own.
The sunshine gilds the lucid air.
The peak is stark and bright as snow.
We look where sky and earth have merged,
From high above. Our souls are purged.
Forgotten lies the world below.
Make a list of at least six adjectives used in the poem?
What is the 'journey' that lasts for days and days?
What do the poet and his companions hear when they enter the world of clouds?
Explain the personification: 'The pallid mist is spreading shrouds'.
Where do the trekkers reach at last?
What do they do next?