Retreat

The old man sits in woods Just like a retreat from family life Opts himself to enjoy the beauty The great beauty and peace of nature Wonderful feeling there he experiences Where he misses the little quarrels The flimsy reasons for make it odd hours When he himself feels dejected And finds friendship with the domestic dog And throws the little food as his share He knows the tragedy of life was expected But till the end there must be peace At last these green space offers me The retreat from the crowded, busy world.