Throughout his life
The wretched man searched for peace,
But peace always fled far away from him,
Finally when the miserable man was on the verge of death,
Refined peace and happiness came very close to him
And it tried to appease him saying,
"Catch me,
I am very near to thee."
The pitiable man closed his eyes in deep pain and frustration,
With tears in eyes he said to the great peace,
"It's too late,
Come after my death."
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