Her PeaceShe was sitting on the riverside,Swathed with the shaft of dawn,Breathing in a lone moment
The early wintry breeze shivered her,She gazed at the flow of water blankly
Wishing her life to pass by fast like this.Peace she has now is more bitter and painful,It is the peace of silence, no screams, no soundAnd she felt her words lost in somewhere else.Peace she wanted, engulfed with love and tenderness,The peace she never had, she never tasted,May be her frozen eyes still longs for it
And may be she could wait up for somethingTo change her life, to soothe her wounds,But she was too broken to stand up and fight back again.For life has given her more and more pain,Rapturous feelings she never expectsEven her sore eyes never bled again.She still sits there, the sun rises and sets again
But she never came back from where she was goneAs she has found another peace in her forlorn loneliness.