The Spy Poem by Aishwarya J.Menon

The spy
I went into a forest,
Covered with loving and loved nature,
As I walked ahead,
I found someone spying me.
Scared I was very much,
Looked around with a depressed face,
And asked myself,
"is the woods spying me? ? "
I felt I was in public,
With a thousand souls around me,
But isolation is all the eyes could capture.
Heart racing,
I ran ahead, with my eyes closed.
Too scared to see anything as terrifying as horror...but still
Yearning to make sure nothing was to see.
With a halt and viewed everywhere I could see.
Only to find the stream rushing down,
Then asked "who is this unknown passerby? ? Who follows me into every nook and corner? "
But no footsteps to be discovered.
Helplessness and hopelessness are good friends.
A sudden shook was the last thing I felt,
Accompanied by a familiar voice, my mom's.
Awake, still in a sleepy mood
I still thought about the spy,
Who captured my every move.