Of Molehills and Mountains
©June 10th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
I made a molehill.
Tunneled under it.
Made a cozy nest.
I named it “Mountain.”
Then, bravely facing
The Eastern sky, I
Climbed it, scaling
It in a single bound.
Sure, it was easy, but
I did scale a Mountain.
What’s in a name?
A molehill by any other name,
Would be as easy to scale.
Now, I’m off to find a mountain.
I shall name it “Molehill.”
It’ll be much easier to climb, then,
Though I shall probably fall
As the Western sky flames red.
And if I do, I shall pick myself up
And say, I’m making a molehill
Out of a mountain.
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