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 came man,
Lent his hand, promising to show the right direction,
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 my hand tightly,
I did doubt him a few times,
But always smiled to me as I would look at him.
Coming out to the woods finally,
He pointed the city across the river,
Advised me to be careful leaving my hand;
The city is dangerous than the woods told me with a smile.