I am a small baby dependent and happy. No wonder everything around me is a wonder to me. I felt this is my life pleasant and soft like a full moon and always shine like a bright star forgetting the darkness of the night. The world is living in its peace.
Playing and shouting, running and singing suddenly I found myself all alone on a brink. With all the confusion in my mind I ran, I ran until I found nothing, nothing except loneliness. Fallen leaves were taken away by the wind, and they are not alone. The sky dropped its veil on its face with faint and sad clouds, but it is not alone and the world is living in its peace.
I prayed the day, I prayed the night and I felt lack of expression in my heart. I’m drowning in the storm of sadness. I could hear no sound of help. Who said world is not living in its peace? World is living in its peace.
No voice to hear no one to hear me cry. Every thing is in its stand still and everything is in its rush. I’m mystified. I could see way to darkness and rays of despair. I could see death of my heart but could listen to its discordant beats. I cried and cried with no tears left. I screamed to the height of my voice that only I could listen. I thought I became dumb or everyone around me was deaf, but world is living in its peace.
Days passed away, years traveled away with the speed of light, but I could go nowhere leaving my solitude all alone. Suddenly I saw someone with my name stretching her hand of assurance and hope to take me to the zenith of happiness. I followed her with fear and hope I followed her with doubt and belief and I followed her with ecstasy and love. At last I saw people laughing I saw them singing, saw them running here and there with joy, I saw them busy in their own works. I wondered where was every one when I’m in need. World is living in its peace
