On a bare hill I stand

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On a bare hill I stand

On a bare hill I stand

On a bare hill I stand,
The atmosphere full of mist
That exactly suits my mood
The cold makes me shiver
And the only thing I long for
Is for you to hug me close

I want to cry with all my heart
So I wait for the rain to fall
so I can weep to my heart’s content
No one will wipe away my tears
For only you could distinguish
Between raindrop and tear

The wind blows across my face
Suddenly it seems so unfriendly
I close my eyes and imagine it
As you touching my neck
But I fail to get the warmth
That no one but you could give me

So please give me that feeling again….
And never go any where again….
I want you to make me complete
To fill the cavernous depths of my heart
To fill my life with your laughter,

With your presence in it
So everything can be beautiful 4ever….

Kanwal Malik

 

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.