A Plea of the Hill touched my heart!
Standing on the top of a hill
I take bird's eye view of the town,
The sight is so lovely , can’t express in words,
I wouldn’t like to hurry and get down.
The roads, the bridges and the rivers,
The huge trees, buildings and all,
Look as beautiful as a picture
I see them all ever so small.
Vehicles are plying on the road,
Moving straight, left and right,
They look smaller and smaller as they move,
And finally they go out of sight.
People on the street look so busy,
I see children on the ground as they play,
No sound from the town I can hear,
I am high up and far away.
The sun is about to set
I am slowly getting down,
To be with my family and friends,
who are there in the town
The hill stands there in despair,
A kind of helpless look I can see
As if telling me ‘I shall miss you my friend,
Please come soon and be with me’.
I turned back, stopped, gazd at the hill,
Yes, I must go up there again,
Spend a good deal of time there as often as I can
be it in the sunlight and in the rain.