Going To The Woods Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Going To The Woods



I watch the green expanse
In awe as my breath seeks
For a nest within its periphery

Sometimes, I like to be alone
Lying on the bed of leaves
Here to forget my rotten past

But the sound is there that
Comes filtering down through
High boughs to wake me up

To the reality of the danger
That inhabits each step as I
Come out to feel the sunshine

Tuesday, January 28, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: forest
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Be the first one to comment on this poem!
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success