Whenever he climbs up the singing mountain
As same as while his descending,
He hear some gentle foot steps behind him
And he looks around but sees nobody; This skinny wayfarer thinks
That the secret steps seems to be tired than him.
* The thorns that never harm the flower
But only the invaders,
Oh! What a wise combination is this?
nimal dunuhinga
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-pilgrim-stands-at-the-road-to-nowhere/
