Woods of Imagination

Woods of ImaginationPerspiring through the brow

Where every tree gets to grow

Standing tall in a row

Are Woods of Abundant Possibilities.


Escaping the wrath of nature

Every sappling has a future

Adapting to the changing culture

Are Woods of infinite Abilities.


Allowing the creeper to glide

Branches that do not let it slide

Where stronger supports weaker to survive

Are Woods of basic Civilities.


Flowing water on the edge

Deep a cuckoo lays egg

All given nothing to beg

Are Woods of golden Opportunities. 


Collecting the firewoods

Worshipping the sacred grooves

Love blossoms not a creature broods 

Are Woods of native Humanities. 


Howling sounds of wind

Raining hails in the hind

End of the thin skinned

Are Woods of harsh Hostilies. 


Spreading its own territory 

Killing its own fraternity

Friction fire causing casualty

Are Woods of futile Insecurities.


Oozing out the sap

Falling to the earth's lap

As man dons his cap

Are Woods of ruthless cruelities. 


Place to hide

Place to ride

Place to bloom

Place to groom

Place to create

Place to deviate

The Woods have it all

Only if we can appreciate!!

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