We may be peaceful, when there is noise,
Clattering sound of monstrous machines,
Rattling fun of relatives of choice,
Seldom affect the peace that defines.

Toil soils our body and tires our limbs,
Spoil not our peace, but our emotions,
Unknowingly every individual climbs,
Into the secured dwelling.

When in silent, secured becomes insecured,
When on our own again,
Memories make the lullaby,
Such a vicious villain that we nurtured.

Where to find the peace that Buddha looked for,
Under the tree leaving our loved ones,
Up in the mountain for a month and a half, or
In the caves that have bats and stones.

Love ourselves is the first step,
Love those who depended on us,
Love those who live beside and far,
Love everything that love and hate us.

Life begins not only when we are born,
But in every betrayal and abandonment,
Take the charge and rule the emotions,
As it is always a slave and we are the masters.

veeraiyah subbulakshmi

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