• _sneha__19 7w

    Pastoral

    Beyond town in woods of deep were prints of,
    Thousands like whom summer rivers let swim.
    With her reigns serene silence which I love,
    And thus I come with boundless love to live.
    Although quickly sadness comes hither too,
    Skipping through mud and paths of spikes which twist,
    It seizes the mind and clamps it too soon,
    To rest in mother nature's sunny kiss,
    Therefore I say go to thought so unannounced ,
    As it kills with seeming immunity,
    "Let's death enjoy now tears you've printed!".
    I carry on walking- a mutiny.
    Along the trail of muddy feet I climb,
    Never thought if death will chase me behind.
    ©_sneha__19