Hill

By: Harekrishna Dey

 

The hill opened me as climber

I search every stone

To touch the heart of hill

My heart go to every stone and feel trace in

Out come of life just agony of struggle

So I shake my heart on high guesture

 

Feelings of foot step 

Feelings of hardness of life are

New transaction of my account 

Keep in fixed deposite for alive.