I many times thought peace was near,
when it was far away,
As a weary traveler deems to sight an oasis,
in the middle of a desert,
A lost voyager, ponders how many fictitious shores to go before finding a harbour.
Where was peace, all the while?
Roaming in wilderness or waiting for my homecoming,
In my high rise condominium,
Handmade miniature kitchen garden,
Or at my top-notch banking workplace?
As hopeless as I was, I even thought of buying it,
At Eaton Shopping Centre, in a spicy slice of time,
But Peace was sold out, invariably.
Until one day, I found it within myself.
Sleeping like a baby.
Awakened, sleepy smiling eyes recognized me.
Ah! Finally the moment had come,
I cuddled peace, and never let it go.
Now we both are home,
Everywhere!