My Hill And My Star Poem by JIBAN GOSWAMI

MY HILL AND MY STAR

I have climbed this hill all alone for ages, its my private hill
today you have climbed my lonely hill with me by your side
crunching the stones and sqeaking the grass
gargle of the brook far below in the dusk
I take you up to to my hill's peak
to see a lovely ancient star hanging amid two pine trees
Oh there, see how it seems happy that I am lonely no more
I have saved my star till this day when you climb my hill and see my star
when your tired breath is on my cheeks
when cicadas are chirping and the moon is our witness
As those guitars strum faintly in the distance
I give my star over to you, my wish of 'giving' fulfilled
That star is now yours to do as you wish
see how it is glowing at the new owner's pride