Through the hills

The path

That runs through the hills-
Sometimes over its bosom,
Sometimes going down and
Straddling the side of its hips,
Is usually in a state of bliss,
Within the confines of the hills.
Sometimes, however,
it gets mesmerized
By the brilliance of the azure.
Then it becomes impatient and
Upon reaching the edge,
Wants to jump out and
Touch the sky,
To bathe in its shades of blue.img-20181005-wa00321946673633.jpg

Author: gdutta17

Born in the year 1968, my childhood was spent amidst the beautiful scenic landscape of a small town in India, Ranchi. Though an engineer by qualification, reading, writing and cooking are my passions. Another thing that I am passionate about is my country, India. As they say, a lifetime is probably not enough to explore the whole of India. Currently based in Kolkata, I can be reached at

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