Reminiscing My First Three Attempts on Gunung Nuang

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Destination: Gunung Nuang, (Selangor)

Gunung Nuang
'Tis the mount that caused the most pain;
Four times have I walked the paths of Nuang,
'fore taming that which was my great ambition,
Only once, on my fourth attempt, did I summit the peak
Behind others less heroic on journeys less epic.
Three times did I need endure the bleak
For on three occasions did I torrential rains meet.

On my first attempt, seven did I gather.
Together we marched to conquer!
But the rain, the rain
simply washed away my one aim.
And Nuang inflict upon me great pain
when I, with pulled hamstring, with a slow limp
retreated by forced defeat.

On my second attempt, an army did I gather
But again, the rain, the rain
forced me away.
In darkest night, an ancient tree bowed and barred the way.
"Fight on!" I say, but civilisied hands held no weapons .
Nuang with Nature's aid, my friends with proud horns
unvealed. And one became Lord of the Flies,
who with thunderous voice made unreasonable thoughts unyielding demands.
Others, whose minds yet fit for discourse, took unwitting sides;
Pressure mounted, both unrelenting.
To end this misguided trend I, again,
retreated by forced defeat.

On my third attempt,
in darkest night I lost my way
But virtuous patience won me the way
when till early morn I waited 'fore I journeyed on.
When near I to set my upon my brow my crown of great ambition,
Nuang sent one guardian Don too many.
My ambition before me, he revealed a future I did not want to see.
"A pile a garbage you'll see at the peak."
These words kept ringing in my ears. Yet I pushed on
till my crown was but a stone's throw away.
Then, burdened my heart became.
And I turned my back and walked down in silent rage.
Then the rain,
O, the rain came and caused me even more pain:
The ground salivated and gaped and soon swallowed me.
I struggled and out of the belly I emerged
victorious I seem, but now I carry a hurt which seem everlasting.
In pouring rain I retreated, again, by forced defeat.