Saturday, April 4, 2015

The Winding Road

The road wound its way among the woods dark and deep,
peeping in and out from the hills high and steep.

Swaying in its lazy gait, singing a song to the hidden trails,
she soaked in the evening air which fell upon the glens and dales.

I walked with the road and listened to it all,
the rustling of leaves and the langur's call.

Into those woods we walked on and on,
passing the ravines that looked upon a new dawn.

Winding its way, i thought it exactly knew,
where the fawn would rest and ferns also grew.

The hills were entwined with the arms of this winding road,
the road, that never stopped and never slowed.

© 2015 Abhijit Pandit