Hills And Pyramids Poem by Pankaj Prasoon

I love the hills
hills, mountains, and even cliffs
it should be of hill clan
be it Himalayas, Vindhya, Alps, Andes, Kilimanjaro...
or the stunted Dhangi hill of Dhanbad
i have seen
the sun rising from behind it
for years together
hills and the rising sun
hills and the setting sun
intertwined in my life.
In terrible times too
i have not seen any hill crying, weeping
even when the giant machines are cutting it
even when its existence is threatened
it remains stoic
never complains, grumbles, laments, sobs, weeps
it suffers in silence
lost in itself
-just staring the sky
as if meditating
all day, all night
it never thinks of anything
always quiet
detached
so i wander with a hill in my pocket
once i met an Egyptian
he was carrying a pyramid in his pocket
said he-
pyramids are good
truthful
they never tell about them
they don't have grudge against anyone
they don't take anything from anyone
they only give and give
hills and pyramids very much same
they keep your secret
and good.
Alas! We are not like them! !