Being on the top of the hill
I can not imagine anything just being there
Being solely and thoughtless
I have left nothing to do
Looking at the infinite skies
Contemplating about its creation
Looking at its beauty its whiteness
Inhaling deeply!
Just below the hill
I can see a jovial village
Where I can see their merriness
People going for their works,
Children relishing their days
And all the paddy field pleased at the beauty
Proving nothing
And at the other end of a hill
I can see army troops with a lot of weapons around him
With a hostility in their hearts to fight for the correct
Ready to go wild!
For the sake of their country
In an aspiration to see their country flag on the top
Leaving all the contentment at home
Taking only astringent in their hearts
Hoping for their country
Looking at these variations
I would feeling rather content and discontented
