#WritcoPoemPrompt1
A twisted road,
A rebellious journey,
A challenging code,
Towards life's tourney
That yellow road is in solitude,
Faraway in the forest,age - old tree reside,
who spoke the saga untold,
That path is never followed.
Once the pastures were green, where lion roared, monkey plundered, deer's grazed,
Is untrodden since long,
That withered road is not walked upon.
Rustle of dry leaves, sway of gentle breeze, spoke the saga unknown,
But,
Now mayday are back again, the sanctuary is reserved, the life is preserved.
That road show the way again.
That road show the way again.