Traveling out of the city to find some solace,
Passing through forests and undulating hills,
And through grasslands and indigenous settlements
To the countryside, where exists true connection,
The ever green forests stretched out with the curvy roads
Guiding the driver, who seemed to be awed by the scenery
Up the skies, hawks scaled the cloudy noon
Scouting, while the sun shone sickly,
From the hill top, the grassy plains come to view
In instalments, the hills background appear before the moving bus
Dark patches separate the harvested fields from fresh wheat
Behind the tree lines of the green forests,
Streaks from the sun, try to escape through tree leaves
But the trees casted a huge shadow after the retreating bus
Calls of the wild rent the airs; disturbed primates,
Monkeys with their young cling to the trees,
Millions of noisy insects and rodents
And curious birds disturbed with the sighing bus
Peer from their hide out
Now towards the end of the journey, the traveler
Had drawn images that will live forever in his mind
