Down The Hill Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Down the hill
Tuesday,20th November 2018

Down the hill
I will
wait till you emerge
and write on my page

I am no special
but very kind individual
always eager to be loved
as I have always believed

Not in the night
but always I delight
with the hope of bright sunrays
to fall on my path to guide the way

days may not be the same
for me to claim
the honest arrival
not only for me but for all the people

each day, I witness
the same shine on the face
even though I am not in the race
but I am on the lookout to trace

Hasmukh Mehta