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
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