THUS MY TRYST WITH PEACE BEGAN..

 THUS MY TRYST WITH PEACE BEGAN

Thus my tryst with peace began,

So  am I feeling like a leaping fawn,

No trumpet or bugle was heard at dawn

Just those tweeting of birds,in my lawn.

To muse on the soldiery days of my life,

And the years I settled with solitude and strife,

I sat by the window sans misery and grief,

And lost in that pleasing divinely relief.

Fire in the mind, flames in the cranium I lived

Fraught with damn backpack, days spend not fed

Amongst the  rude terrains, a hermit life I led

 I recks it not, prefered death than drooping head.

 Blest with joy and love, I sat at the window,

With a mind atlast find its own place to flow,

 Time, indeed I found for the first time go slow,

When I betook myself to my dreams that glow.

Yet my heart aches when I look at my beret.

Those days I lived, it’s not easy to forget.

How fast the time, the great redeemer of lament,

Took my youth that I bequeath to my homeland . 

Now the parting pain shall fill my heart no more.

Let me wander a while on some blissful shore,

Those days, I need to dwelt calmly as before,

That I spend with family and friends galore.