QueSt..

In the search of Treasure,
I found a Stone
Kicked it and Strolled alone..

Blowing the Dust,
Cutting the Rust
Follow-ing the Trees..

Snakes creeping by,
Insects fly
All around I see..

Running with the Streams,
I still don't remember my Dream
What actually it Implies..

Till the time we rest,
I would suggest keep walking by..

The land ended into Mud,
Quest lost its Lust
Escaping was the only reason to survive..

Lost on tracks,
Followed just footsteps
Till the end I could see..

Was it a Quest,
Or I suggest was a reason
To just Stroll by..