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In the hospice of peace,
I resided for a short term,
In a womb with a beating heart
Like a blind without seeing anything,
Like a deaf without hearing any sound,
Like a dumb without speaking any word,
No one targeted me when I was there.
No one forgot my soul when I was there.
Nor war or worry was there.
Nor strife or rife was there.
But the real transition is inevitable for all
To a place where there is no peace.
Or should we live senselessly here
To get peace in this world?
But I guessed it so consciously
Everything is bound to this world
The Nature is peaceful in its harmony.
But my mind was sinful in disharmony.
Today this I realize that,
Peace lies in the beauty of Nature
But people see this in blurred Vision
When I open my eyes.
I see here,
The green leaves of woodland sing
With the chirpy birds in chorus,
In the hands of a soft breeze at dawn.
The resonance of its rhythm in a ravine
Awakens a fish to jumb over through,
The water in the pond beside.
When I breathe;
The fragrance of flowers flows in air,
Calling and fondling a bee
To read her soul and spread her love
To beautify a leafy plant's bud in sunlight.
When I raised my eyes up;
The father-Sky and the Sea-mother are trying
To kiss their elder son-Sun in the horizon at dusk.
As he's always burning inside with pain
For the Stars love his younger brother-Moon only at night.
The clouds dancing in the sounds of thunder
Under the Sky a Rainbow still grasping its colours To be not dissolved in the rain drops.
When I look down;
The alley of valley still chills in the ally of hills,
That pours snow over its curly slender herbs.
My heart is become passionate in this coolness
When a zephyr caresses me from zenith.
Now I'm not longing for peace
From a tomb without a beating heart
But once I wished so.
Today my heart realizes that,
Peace lies in the beauty of Nature
And if you ever search for peace in Nature
You'll reach in a hospice of peace again