What I Said Hill Poem by Gajanan Mishra
Gajanan Mishra
What I Said Hill
What I said hill,
For you, my dear,
It is just a small stone.
You are singing
So sweet and melodious songs
That the deep dark black
Is turning its colors
Into clean white
By hearing.
I am foretold
That you are really
A magician, my dear,
And I am nothing.
What you are
I know from the air.
What you are dear,
I know from the water.
I am perfect clear,
Only due to your presence here.
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