The True Peace Poem by Vaibhav Simha

In the hot sun, the gypsy leaves to somewhere one has found peace,
In his search, he finds himself in the support of the stars and trees.
In the morning, he marks the trees, ensuring he never returns,
While in the night, he follows the stars in a trust it leads to the place he seeks.

He doesn't know what ill-traits the sun can bring,
Or what dangers the night might have.
All he knows is to move forward
In the confidence of the stars.

He already crossed countless rivers, ponds and streams,
When he found himself amidst some Lars.
He fought hard to keep his sanity,
In the end, he brought laurels to humanity and the stars!

He took a nap, the best one, in a field;
Then he found the flowers bloomed as the spring seized the opportunity.
He quietly slept while listening to the hums of the honeybees,
Who hovered over the flowers in a hope of finding nectar, the sweetest and not savoury.

He woke up with a never-experienced bloom.
He saw the eve taking over, spreading the gloom.
In the orange sky, the sun took its leave
While the flowers danced elegantly in the retreating breeze.

He put his bag down and took his torn shoes off,
And laid down to gaze at the setting shine, and finally he dozed off.
For he had found the place he sought which had given him his peace.
Ever since, he spent his life watching the flowers dance and listening to the leaves rustle in the breeze.