The day was bright, the breeze is good I was passing through the golden woods With the dripping sun, birds making noise The road to home was my wandering choice A deserted place and a sere mind Often awakes your lonely find In sync to the woods when it levelled I’ve chosen amid the road less travelled I was listening whispers while I got drowned Soon it broked by the dried leaves sound Gold was sprinkled all over the place The nature is breathing beyond human race Quietly I was moving, slowly passing by With an eager curiosity and a melting shy Wandering is life, being stationed is death I saw my home with a long deep breath. Sketched by: Upeet Kaur Malhotra Written by: Unbound