Peace

“Practice forgiveness and hug bads, chant more peace.”

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She was not what she shows to be.
A heart painted with darkness,

And nerves flowing the black ink,

Her eyes blurred and puffed with touch of those black salts,

She was not what she shows to be.

She was in too deep.

Underneath the sinking grounds of unbreakable roof,

Just making everyone brood,

She was in too deep.

She analysed every temple, every religion, 

She talked mastered philosophy with utter reverie,

All laughed and then fumbled,

For she questioned the most misty, the secrets unturned, untouched.

She was walking slow, 

In world’s fallacies of good and fast,

She searched peace, “where to find it?”,

Where’s peace? 

She was walking slowly. 

She was pack of ruins and broken,

Deciphering everything, with no aim or tangible degrees,

She wrote the ultimate definitions on her own with ink,

Made of her broken and ruins.

She was the saintly being,

Smoking happy vibes of peace,

For now she is eternal, with her shutting words,

“Practice forgiveness and hug bads, chant more peace.”

And the legendary girl, coffined in the box of peace, now in heavens of tranquility, she was an “Angel” in reality.

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