Here And There Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Here And There
Walking up the hills
With hanging creepers
Caressing my face and smell
Of fresh leaves is so intoxicating

I don't like to be
Back to the chaos of city
Life where the toxic smokes
In air makes me feel like vomiting

Roaming around
Valleys draped with
Green grasses and colored
Flowers swaying in the cool wind

I don't like to go
To the concrete jungle
To live a life of perpetual
Strain and tension of daily grind