Visiting the Woods

 Trying narrative poetry for the first time 


In the garden, I was sitting lonely,

Around me was nothing but my friend only,

Poor us, we had nothing to do,

Sitting for a long time with no clue.


Suddenly an idea popped up in my mind

So I asked my friend who inclined

Going to the forest was what we thought,

So our necessities are what we brought.


The entrance to the forest was a beautiful glance.

We saw the peacock beautifully dance.

The beauty is what mesmerized us a lot,

So we moved ahead with a jog trot.


The mighty forest had a lot to explore.

Moving ahead we heard a loud roar.

Scared, we decided to return back

With the fear of an attack.



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