While Crossing Over The Forest-Tract

While crossing over the forest-tract With the road leading unto The farm and the hamlets, Human population so thin And the area so secluded and solitary, Away from din and bustle, With the cluster of hills flung across, Dense and deep, Full of highlands and downlands, The rivulet crossing over The landscape With a sweet musical murmur, I after being captivated by The mystery and silence Of the woods Think of passing the evening Draped in silence, Sitting in the lap of Nature, The eve-time descending over And taking the landscape Into a lull, But something, Something within wants me To be along with hastily With my hurried steps drawing, Asking to go.