Friday, April 22, 2016

#17. Quest



Courtesy: Framed Figments



Constantly on a quest for the supposed peace,
She’d often overlook what all came her way
There was this little tug in the heart that would keep making a sound,
In a language minimally understood
And she took that to be call from her goal
That very soon the search would end
Hardly realizing that peace was there, all this while
In the beauty of her laughter, in the calm of her smile,
In the music of her voice, in the win of a fight,
In those moments of rejoice, in the light of the morning,
And silence of the night
Yet she went on with her Quest
Perhaps that was her peace.

                             - Srishti

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