The Drive

A long journey it was,
As the hills rolled past us,
Covered with green shrubs & tall trees,
The monkeys leaping merrily,
While a Koel called out from an overhead branch.


Happy I was,
Though the horizon was nowhere to be seen,
Enjoying the drive.

The green foliage was a comforting cover,
While the cry of the birds, a reassuring presence,
Of life.
As the sun dipped lower,
Out came the crickets, chirping loudly.
As if, the forest wanted to keep us company.




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