Peace Of Soul
Peace Of Soul
It was mid of night,
My eyes were open,
With no clue of sleep.
My brain was thoughtful,
Soul had no peace.
I tried hard to calm,
But all in vain.
I fluffed the pillow,
Changed my position,
Closed my eyes again.
A mild breeze blew,
Through the window,
And touched my face.
That breeze pulled me out
Can't resist in any case.
I went to the window,
Sat on my chair.
I calm down a little,
Everything was clear.
I took a pen and paper,
To pen down the inner self.
The soul had got its way,
To heal itself.