I lost my way

Fifth Sem begins so begin the boring classes. Wrote this in one of them...

Overwhelmed with the rousing applause,
smiling, hoping were the expectant brows.
The boy will cross the woods, they smilingly said,
terrains, slopes and the thickness, he will tread.
A sword was conferred, that would guard my back,
out in the wild, the sick food I was to stack.
Stunned, I was, by the ecstatic aura,
the brooks, the ponds, the fauna and flora.
The vigour, the bigger it got,
as, towards the wild, I began my trot.
Beauty overpowers the transient fears,
so beautiful seems the life, no tortures, no tears.
But, finally, I had it enough,
there the smooth home, but here it was rough.
Homesickness, that drowsy feeling, erupted,
tears trickled, as the determined mind corrupted.
Sighed I was, as I sighted a thorpe,
low in spirits, I decided to stop.
They encouraged, strengthened me to
continue the search,
to explore the unknown, and
to discover the paths.
I passed through the villages,
people helping me on the way,
extending all the inspirations,
allowing me for the one-night stays.
I saw her working in the fields,
her muddy hands, the sweating glands,
the traditional dress; the heavenly bliss.
Spent a few days at hers', we laughed, we giggled,
and the journey I undertook was, so forgotten.
But I woke up, broke up and continued the foray,
lost, I am, among distractions around, where my path is lay.