Poetry travel

Travel Less known

A travel none pay attention.

I see a sheep

timid and tired

with it a goat

foolish and blurred

led by a herdsman

fragile and frightened

cross through the land

bumpy and rugged

the weather is cold

snowy with a blizzard

all three walk ahead

stuttering and scared

all in a way the sheep cries

the goat chuckles and mutters

the man whistles and guffaws

the group goes past

the hill in great spirit

sheep and goat.being a travel less known.

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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