The wandering path

Into the jungle wanders a path
lazily snaking its way
Amid lush foliage that glistens
under the sun-kissed breeze.
It meanders off towards
A hillock that stands a way off,
As if aloof in its demeanor,
Reclusive in its habit.
The overhanging boughs
Covered with moss and lichen
Swoop down trying to wrap
It, in an embrace.
To the soft chirping of the
Birds that sing at dawn and dusk
The path ambles on forward
Trying to reach somewhere.

Image – Andrea Rico  via unsplash

About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (www.rianplacements.com), by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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