In Search of Peace
From the dazzling civilized crowd,
where culture was in search
of its identity, I moved away
to distant land for peace.
Under the shadow of protective mountain
I tried to ferry across the mighty river
but my boat capsized
and drowned me with my desires.
It resurfaced on the other side,
centuries later, with new weaknesses.
In the midst of sandy desert
I struggled to move ahead,
burned my feet and scalded my skin,
hurt my face in disgrace;
a camel limped and terror laughed -
a mirage-affected victim...
Buried under the heaps of sand,
your voice reassured my crying soul
and led me to a new panorama -
a cool and moonlit night -
where innocent laughter of shiny stars
awoke me to a new dawn.
Here sun was bright, but cool,
human frame weak, but divine,
and I could worship you
without 'I, me, and mine'.
In the dazzling crowd of civilization,
culture was trying to sprout, and
I was no more compelled to wander
to distant lands in search of peace.
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c s shah
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