A Journey

He a wandering man Walked along the places to places Not have a destination in specific Wandering through nights and days Asked to explain where he belonged Told that he belonged to the mountains In forest he was born A loving mother cared him well Somewhere lost in the journey The childhood he remembers His near relatives are the surrounded trees They gave good lessons of life Irrespective of wind they withstood Their shades they abundantly provided To give a relief from heat of the sun In noon time it was cool there In rainy season a little difficult He came outside to see the world The people of so called civilized ones Missed the purity of air and water The pollution felt it unbearable And proposed to go back at the earliest The wandering man likes the forest Where he can be friendly with the trees The rivers, the serenity of nature The smiling rivers, experience of shivering cold Anyway the beautiful cradle he experienced In his childhood where honey was served The honeybee made friendship with the child And allowed to take the honey for his needs A world of happiness the forest he exclaims And prefer to go back with happiness.