Climbing a hill
mind drew beautiful pictures,
Ensnaring beauty of the sky
I was close,
Grandeur of pine trees
shaded with a perfect hand,
Cool breeze tickling the face,
Tiny droplets teasing the skin,
A Journey to relish
reaching an el dorado
glittering as a jewel
I always wanted to adorn myself with,
Climbing was a pleasure
shins ached yet lent a joy,
Reached well in time
Before it was the dark of life,
now no air
live without oxygen.
On the lofty hills of love
carry a special heart
designed to beat like the one
not the millions.
A thoroughly sublime and contemplative piece.
Thank you Louis sir
A delightful poem offering multiple readings.
To me this poem feels like an “association of sensibility”. That sublime feeling of being amidst natural phenomenons, even in this hot Indian summer I could imagine that fresh breeze softly hitting my face ,while reading this poem. Nice.