The Stairs at Vrindavanam

You may have seen many stairs
Yet none like this at all
If you cry, “Who cares?”
Pride comes before a fall.

There are some stairs you could climb
While others are meant to surf
But the one we have in mind
Is a difficult bit of turf

You stand at the base and stare
Gearing up for the task
Hitch on your carabiner and glare
And carry a cognac flask

Begin slowly. Each step is steep
Must hold on to the rail
If you have not crept, you creep
Be prepared to fail

Use your hands and legs
In equal measure and force
Take a break in the mid dregs
To tally up the scores

Achtung! The end is near
You’re feeling smug (and thinner)
When you hear a voice come clear
Calling you down for dinner.