Peace-Right Behind Your Sight

When most think of this to be on the horizon, It truly lies under your ignorant eyes. Deep down in the ocean where we chase pearls and the deepest point We are groping for peace in totality. In that ocean of life of treasures and diversions We, the small fish move in a hurdle with our group, struggling and popping Some in the blindness of more food land in a shark’s mouth and some in desperation to rise up in the top layer become a treat to the fishermen’s pouch. Perhaps, we are mistaken by a mirror’s view. Mistaking the diversions for the treasures-- we are in a troubled hunt forever Never realising that our view was laterally inverted. Beware! Those pearls are in camouflage They chase us to chase them always; in ambush to finally let us drown in our foolish heart. The fish are all alike though vibrantly different in appearance—all in a swim for the ‘most’, not ‘decent’. That exquisite pearl has throughout been hidden in our captive—the one to vanquish our miseries. Alas! We could have relished all we had and remained contented, had we not been so busy delving too deep in a scurry.