POEM ON 'FINDING PEACE'

 

FINDING PEACE

Quatrain poems

1. The gilded cage of self, a gilded snare,
Where fleeting joys dance ‘n vanish rare.
A whispered voice, a subtle, inner plea,
For  soul- realise and  paths for eternity.

 2, The fleeting joys, like shadows, drift away,
While spirit's flame ignites the heart’s array.
So let the senses fade, the passions cease,
Embrace the stillness, find your inner peace

 

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