The Hill Top

(In memory of Juhulaw Kachari, A Nobody) 

Yet to finish my half cigarette, 

A dark cloud is wrapping up the river fast.

 Searched in my pocket and found 

That Plectrum, peeping out of few penny.

I don't have my guitar with me.

What about the first chord I learned?

What about leaving everything to reach the Hill Top?

  What about those green grasses, wet days 

And a bright smiling face?   

I left my land,left everything.

I left you my friend.

But still here is the "Wind of Change" at Hill Top,

Grasses are humming every time, 

my first chord.

Now I fear, coming down from the Top with my shoe laces open.