We do not always get what we want,
For each seed sowed might not grow.
A small bruised wing of a pretty bird,
Will not allow it to fly till healed.
Don’t search for harmony here and there,
For its all in your mind.
Each day goes through darkness,
Till next day gives sunshine.
Peace need not be in a place,
where troubles don’t exist.
For it might be in midst of things,
Usually not sought of.