I Was Travelling Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

That time
The weather was fine,
I was travelling very fast
To reach my destination,
Suddenly the sky became cloudy,
After a while,
Heavy rain began,
I was compelled to stop,
I took shelter in a nearby cottage,
The noble owner of it greeted me warmly,
The rain became heavier and heavier,
The owner asked me many significant questions,
I answered those wisely,
After a long time,
The rain stopped,
Then I became ready to resume my journey,
The great owner of the cottage said to me
With a smiling face,
"Dear friend!
I believe you are a genuine traveller,
You must reach your goal
Denying every obstacle of the harsh world."