Tug at the soul

Atop that silent hill, awaiting peacefully
Sit the remarks of life long gone away
Remembrances of an ancient civilisation
That flourished and decayed right there

The mountain still holding the faith
Having been the dead centre of life
Providing to all life there,
From then, onto now.....

As the climb ensues, the group of people
Delegated to find sources
That can prove plenty about the life
Move up, growing silent with each step ahead

Hours later, they reach their target
The ledge right on the crown
Of that blue black inert mountain
And start to look around for traces

Something must be there
To be found by all their science
No, after days of camping there
They return features of failure

And still all the while, when they were there
The identity that they had sought
The key to unravel the chasm of knowledge
Had been so within their reach,if only had they cared

Whatever brought them there
Whatever made them search
The same call,still echoing
If only they had listened

Rocks examined,soil tested
Trees and plants biologically dated
Land dug,specimen taken
Various geographical parameters analysed

Yet, none of them heard
The soulful call of the mountains
The voice that might have lead them
Straight to enlightenment,had they been awake

Clouded by science,crowning knowledge
Yet in their souls,pitifully ignorant
Listening through ears,seeing through eyes
Analysing using their brains, yet shut out to their hearts

Casting away haunting lyrics
Refusing the singular music
Ignoring the pained tug at their souls
Being true but not to the truth

Frightened by fallacies
Freaking creatures of life
Forever doomed to not know
The seed that began it all

Men, mighty in brawn
Doubtful at heart
Placing hope in the fickles of life
Never faith in the power of the self

Dreary bodies trudging through their doom
On and on, onto the final act
Rising up, never completely
Stooped by ignorance, burdened forever...