I walked under the woods in mist,
In a dusk of monsoon, with eyes twist,
A non ending passage in forest,
Tiny drops of rain water slipped from the leaves in haste,
Through the grass, wind whispered,
Flowers in the golden, too madly danced,
Carpet of greenery resembled the ample cushion,
Snow white waterfall flowing as molten sapphire screamed for my attention,
Gliding over the rocks, splashing its tears,
Birds chirped and sung in my peaceful ears,
Breeze so soft and gentle as mom’s kissed,
Rustling branches, too not to be missed,
Sunlight casting pink golden hue,
Over the bridge of deep shimmering lake blue,
Desperately I looked through the trees straight,
The scenery was so majestic designed great,
A pleasant soothing gift to eyes,
Spell-bound silence and void of noise,
My senses lulled by the ravishing perfumes,
As I crossed the shades of flower blooms,
I wish my soul in the forest forever stays,
Far from deceives and free of lies,
I took the road less travelled,
All I wish is to grow old in this insouciant world.

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