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.

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