hill

on that high hill,

i saw all so small down. 

trees as small plants, 

hawks as small bugs, 

dreams as small illusions. 

then i saw a person,

a gun in his hand,

pointing at me from down. 

but i found him too so small. 

i could have rolled down

big boulder to crush him, 

his unintended insolence. 

but i was on the high hill, 

i found all so small. 

i gazed at higher clouds, 

i was too small for them

the way gun so small for me. 

i stopped becoming small

for people smaller than me. 

"if they wished to kill me, 

they got killed the same."

before i could think this, 

i recalled i was on high hill, 

i could not think so small. 

- chetna 🌻