Those Hills
Those hills, so close, and
yet so distant.
Looking at them, you forget yourself,
for one timeless moment,
overwhelmed by their overwhelming beauty.
Standing there, you grow aware
of the age of the earth,
and of your own
impermanence.
They will remain, and you, with your
sorrows, pains, and worries, will pass away.
They will be there, as they
have been,
since long before you came.
Contributing Poet - Ashutosh Ghildiyal is a 24 year old
salaried professional and a part-time author based in Mumbai, India. He
writes short stories, poetry, blogs and non-fiction articles on various
subjects. He can be contacted on:
ashutoshghildiyal@hotmail.com
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