The Hill
The Hill
When I stood at morning near the hill,
Asked your sunrise with endless horizon of so high can you heal.
The hill was silent and it seems for ever .
Understood it is summer.
Trees with branches dried there.
Again I asked,can I come later. Watch stones along with water from hilly jet coming from upward.
Guessed water jet coming and felt the essence of love with water touching my inner heart .
Nodded,i know,i know your so picturesque scenarios can heal.
Dr Saroj Kumar khan
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