The Random Traveler

I was travelling down the path through the woods,

Tall trees there they stood on either sides reaching the skies.

Soon I realized I was lost,

Confused there I stood amidst the woods,

Seeing me there came a man,

Lent his hand, promising to be a guide!

Decided to walk along with him;

Holding His hand thus I walked down the path.

Walked a few miles down the woods,

The man was alert and watchful holding tight the hands,

I did doubt him a few times,

But always smiled back to me as I would look at him.

Coming out of the woods, there he stood;

Pointing the city across the plain land,

Advised me to be careful leaving my hand;

“The city is dangerous than the woods”, told me with a smile.