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Lost peace!

The world full of chaos 
and lives running on wheel
amidst blind race and evil
With lost peace of mind
Flute, nowhere to be heard.

Written for A Prompt Each Day - Sunday #5
and Ultimate Blog Challenge - Day #5

Comments

  1. Quite true. We're in such a hurry, and at most times, in the loudness of our life and life around us, that the simple things seem lost.

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  2. Yes, Simran,in the hum drum of daily life, we forget to enjoy the joys of daily life. Well written.

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  3. The fast pace of life these days leaves us with no peace of mind. Nicely put in the poem :)

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  4. I've learned over years of practice to stay in my own peaceful zone no matter what goes on around me. To me that is what gains us a place of solid ground.

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  5. Haste and chaos captured well here, Simran. Great job in this limited words! :)

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    1. This made me happy. Glad you liked it. Thank you :)

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  6. Wait! Don't I hear a flute piping in the distance? Can't you hear it too? ;)

    Bamboo Flute

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  7. I love this one! The truth :)

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