Beside the river, Away from din,
Midst the peace, Away from sin.
I used to sit, Beneath a tree,
And looked around, For the born free.
One day it happened, I went there friends,
And observed the waters, And the changing blends.
Water was shining, Waves were twining,
Came out from river, An angel surviving.
I looked at her, And felt great peace,
She was a goose, I named her “PEACE.”
To meet new friend, I went everyday,
For the peace divine, On my beautiful way.
To meet her friend, She would come out,
Without any fear, Without any doubt.
One day friends, I woke up amazed,
From a slumber deep, And an agony blazed.
In my heart, I found no peace,
I thought of her, My beautiful “PEACE.”
I went running, On my ugly way,
Beside the river, That hapless day.
I looked around, For dearest, PEACE.
No one came out, From weeping trees.
I saw coming, From far end,
The little geese, Cherubs of my friend.
I looked around, The river bed.
Ah! The agony, “PEACE” was dead.
I cursed the murderers, Of my peace,
Still, could cursing, Bring back my peace.
I turned around, And wondered how!
The little geese, Would flounder now.
Looking at them, The bright eyed geese,
My cursing did stop, And I found peace.
The womb of peace, To eternity extends,
One part dies, Another it sends.
Like endless waves, It travels around,
Peace and peace, Is what I found.
Like amber light, It emerges out.
From life and death, It surges out.
Open the doors, For life and death.
Open the doors, For delight and wrath.
Open out dear, For peace is near.
Peace is the choice, Of nature you bear.
Peace is an image, Of you, the seer.
Peace is an echo, Of the voice you hear.
Peace is inside, And inside, my dear.
Peace is inside, And inside, my dear.
