*Travelling a long way to a hill-top
From where I can get the vision of
The beauty of God's creations
Black and grey mountains
Standing like body guards
The sun peeping out
Behind the mountains
Clouds moving gracefully
Trying to touch the hills
Running waters of the rivers
Spreading its fragrance on small rocks
Ground of green grass where
Boys grazing cattle of cows
Yachtsman in his boat singing
Songs about the beautiful rivers
On his way back to home
Old woman sitting under a Banyan tree
Tiring from her day's work of selling buttermilk
Sun hiding slowly behind the hills
Allowing the moon to shine
Forest fires lit at night like stars on a hill-top
By the people of the country side
Was lost in the world of sleep
In my home of hill-top tent
Thanking God for this beautiful heaven!*
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 12:19 AM UTC
*Travelling a long way to a hill-top
From where I can get the vision of
The beauty of God's creations
Black and grey mountains
Standing like body guards
The sun peeping out
Behind the mountains
Clouds moving gracefully
Trying to touch the hills
Running waters of the rivers
Spreading its fragrance on small rocks
Ground of green grass where
Boys grazing cattle of cows
Yachtsman in his boat singing
Songs about the beautiful rivers
On his way back to home
Old woman sitting under a Banyan tree
Tiring from her day's work of selling buttermilk
Sun hiding slowly behind the hills
Allowing the moon to shine
Forest fires lit at night like stars on a hill-top
By the people of the country side
Was lost in the world of sleep
In my home of hill-top tent
Thanking God for this beautiful heaven!*
