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.
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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