Atop The Hill Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

I went up the hill
And sat there for hours
I watched the clouds over me
They were like a bed of white flowers

I sat at the top and felt
The touch of wind on my face
It was as if I was sitting with my
Lover and she let me play with her tress

I looked down below
To the stream passing by fast
And birds sitting at its edges to
Wash their wings and quench their thirst

I came down the path
Winding down to its green lap
The hills beckoned me to go up
Again but I had work and I could not help