From The Hills Poem by Pravat Kumar Mandal

From the Hills
Pravat Kumar Mandal

Take the winding path up
Then, you will reach the hills
From there you take a view,
This needs for your sad fills.

At the height of the hills
Worldly account fades.
To realize yourself
Stand under their green shades.

By extending your hand
You may touch the earth's roof
Here the wandering clouds
Courteous but aloof.

The fountains are flowing
The clouds and the mountains
Busy in their meeting
To tempt their visitants.

Here the rain and the sun
Love to play hide-and-seek
Nature herself takes shape
Never does she feel sick.

Here's no din and bustle
No cause of anxiety
Here's no fret and hustle
Here's only satiety.

(18th May,2020)