{Wrote this one long time back. haven't edited it}
I am sitting alone on a hill,
Just one tree beside,
I’m watching it all the time,
Its making me cry.
The way it is, standing as
Lonely as me.
Starring towards empty skies,
Expecting to see . . .
For the birds that once,
Flew around, all happy they be,
And in the night he says,
“They all rested on me.”
How a similar condition,
We both are in, you see.
These eyes are now searching for,
A moment of glee . . .
It is just a hill.
It ends in the world of tree.
But beyond it, I know,
There’s a world for me.
Afraid I am once again,
To step in that place,
On empty streets, an empty heart,
And a puzzled looking face....
Arsh.
ohh..this is deep..silently reliving the pains of past..hurt somewhere deep down.i could imagine it all in my head.beautifully structured.the killing loneliness is almost palpable..a very beautiful work arsh..loved it..
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