While entering into the heart
of the jungles,
I’d often walk through the thorns.
I faced too many obstacles at times,
but I had never stopped.
On the way back,
each time I purged the weeds that
had once tried to curb my motion .
My path became defined,
being cleaned up time and again.
With the passage of days,
the jungle came to know me well,
it accepted me, my friendly intrusion.
It had a belief that I’m harmless,
which was never broken.
The lesser became the formality in our relationship ,
the deeper became the bonding;
And I continued to march in,
even deeper into the wild.
Explicitly beautiful!!
Thanks a lot friend