Echoes In Hills Poem by Diplove gautam

Plains and lands are near here near us,
Clouds and birds are here straight ahead,
Our home lies on hills and plains,
We dwell and travel, yet it attains,
Sometime it snows and sometime it rains.

No charges and there ain't any bills,
Empty bucket, the sky rain it fills,
Rearing cattle and blowing away those bubbles,
Those bubbles flew and wind make them rill,
We consciously listened those echoes in hill.

Millet over the land and flying cottons.
Small houses and they had no shuttles,
We fired sometimes, and we played snow,
The higher we walk the lower cloud rills,
We were loud and lower were echoes in hills.