The Hill

There was a hill in my town,
existing, from the beginning of dawn.

Few tread its path,
for, tall & steep it was.

To one low pocket, I climbed,
with effort & rhyme.

Breathtaking, the view,
Tranquil, the breeze blew.

As I pondered to move further,
A voice from the top beckoned – “come hither!”.

“Find here the freedom, you have long sought!
Regret it – you will not!

I can guide your way to the top,
But you can only get there, if you don’t stop!”

Saying thus, HE came down, My Master,
Only that, I may get there faster!