Solitude Stroll

Evening strolls a pleasant get away,
From cramped up life of everyday.
Like a bird that spread her wings,
To soar high without social strings.
So have I found escape from thoughts
Of trouble unsought and daily fraughts.
My path leading me to enchanted land,
Among thick growth on both sides stand.
I keep on walking a little further.
Clock’s constant ticking a reminder,
That I have been away so long
From  my loved ones throng.
But then my fondness for solitude,
Grows deeper in magnitude.
To enhance imagination have I been dreaming,
Among various plants,trees and flowers blooming.
Such serene surroundings for a loner,
A tree stood sublime in a corner.
King of fruits but hues of purple it bore,
Most astonishing to me as I have never seen before.
I slide my fingers to search my dress’s  inner lining,
To capture this wonder my instrument was missing.
As a stranger’s crib  I couldn’t trespass,
So stood there and let a few moments pass.
Then with a heavy heart curious  returned.
Thrice  on same  track have I visited,
But that tree  has vanished.
As if actually never existed.
From sight, so have I been banished.
Observed each house in that stretch,
Yet haven’t come across a similar sketch.
Sometimes I start to wonder,
if I really viewed that wonder.
Or is it my minds creation,
Purple hued  mango’s imitation.