Top Hill

Here in a sleepy hamlet in the shadow of Top Hill amid barren aridity I am hiding. A runaway from my family, friends, familiar faces, and also from myself! Why I call them friends? My family who cares coz I earn, friends all fair weather, familiar faces that breed only contempt, and the most deadly myself, the untiring aspirer in home, office, deals, the macabre face on the mirror, sartorially correct refined manners polished etiquette but inside a greedy moron ever ready to sell his soul at the sight of a penny! Here no one can find me and I’ve to work hard to turn my inside out carry it atop Top Hill for the sun to bake the rains to wash and the moon to bathe my reincarnate!