As Such Was The Beauty, The Mystery Of The Forest Tract That I Was Beholden To, Seeing And Passing By To Cross Over To Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

It was the evening,
The evening
And I was,
Was
Passing by,
Passing by,
Crossing over to,
Crossing over the forest,
The forest tract.

There was silence all around,
All around the place
Scenic and landscapic
With the trees,
Trees
And wild greenery
Running amok,
Mesmerizing it all

And,
And I was,
Going,
Going it all alone,
Covering the distance,
Distance,
Crossing,
Crossing over the stretch,
Stretch of plot.