I Miss The Hills

Chilling cold in the winter,

Pleasant sun in the summer,

Showering rains in August,

I miss the Hills, it’s only just.

Narrow passages in the mountains,

Breezy winds and blooming fountains,

The rainbow with its color and hue,

I still miss the Hills, it’s only true.

The uphill climb to the school,

The bumpy road to the pool,

Sitting calmly on the grass-bed,

I miss the Hills, as I already said.

The swift river in the woods,

The ‘haunted’ banyan tree hoods,

The fairytale and the folklore,

I miss the Hills, more and more.

I was parted from the hills by destiny,

But it can’t take them away from me,

They live in me; dwell in my every word,

I miss the Hills, my abode, my sanctuary preferred.