Peace

Or he could go back to the land,

To hold Mother Nature’s hand.

To get back his original identity,

And live life full of peace and serenity.

The restless soul was watching,

The darkness of the moonlit night,

And he was just hoping,

To get to the end of this fight.

The time he had was not going to last,

He had to make a decision, very fast.

He, then just heard something from nowhere,

He realized now he had to reach somewhere.

The soul remembered that voice of his heart.

He remembered that it was also his part.

The greatest men who were wise,

Always listened to their heart, that’s how they rise.

The heart broke the silence,

The soul listened to it in peace.

The confusion was over that caused the hindrance,

Now the soul was free and it was released.

He ran away, back to his land.

He went away to hold Mother Nature’s hand.

He went to get his original identity.

And lived the life full of peace and serenity…