Passing Through The Hills Poem by Apu Mondal

Just a few push ups
Uphill and I would be
Steady enough to walk
Into the hills
Looking for tufts of grass
Among the rocky terrain
Looking up at the sky
Eye to eye
Even here at places I see
Shepherd folk with turban
Leading the sheep down
Through the narrow stream
Where I had my fill
A a piece of half dried roti
The sky is melting upon
My head held high
And the stick in my hand
Urges me go ahead
Watch that wildflower
And pass on
Am I going places........

(C) Apu Mondal @2025.