Write a poem on Himalayas

The Himalayas

Recollection is short, fantasy long!

A place where I'd never been born,

must never be born—

the Himalayas.

On whose behalf

did I go there?

I went with all ten fingers trembling.

With so many kinds of foolishness left back home,

I gazed up toward a few peaks

brilliant at eight thousand meters, their golden blades piled high.

Before that, and after,

I could not help but be an orphan.

I had but one hope:

to stay as far from the Himalayas as humanly possible,

and from the world of troublesome questions.

Yes, that was it.

the antonym of esurient is abstemious.