Short Poems

UP AND DOWN TO THE HILL

 

 

UP AND DOWN TO THE HILL

 

 

Climbing up to the hill,
As a guy, who is ill,
Or on the way to school,
Unwilling, without thrill.

 

 

Going down from the height,
Like the words, create fight,
As slipped off the tongue,
Of fool who speaks without sight.

 

 

Mountains of my town,
Wearing green gown,
Look like king standing,
Having a silent frown.

 

 

Tall trees on the hill,
Are gay and full of thrill,
As a wife handing debit card,
Is smiling and feeling chill.

 

 

Twisted and rough paths,
Made of stony laths,
Are like a lover, in love
with the girl taking oaths.

 

By:      R. Naheed.

 

UP AND DOWN TO THE HILL

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