The hills are the status,
to the rich and powerful,
so I wanted to live on a hill,
with spacious garden and guard dogs.

If I stay on a hill,
I can touch the clouds,
be closer to moon and stars.
I wanted to stay on a hill.

The hills always belong to people,
who possess the hard cash and metal,
so I am put in an apartment,
that is built as high as a hill.

veeraiyah subbulakshmi

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