Women want peace to go out and have fun,

And that nobody make them remove their clothes at the point of a gun.

She wants to wear whatever she likes,

Without worrying about being ogled every time.

Men want to express what they are feeling out loud

With a peace of not hearing “tu ladki hai kya?” in a shout.

They need to be strong the society says,

So that they can save the society from getting stray,

But what if they want to make new rules

Will they ever have the peace of mind “to play it cool?”

The writers are suffocated in their own atmosphere for a perfect piece,

The workers are confined to their workstation, working blindly so as we speak.

People say life is a race and you need to be first,

So what if you have to detour the peace from your mind,

After all, peace is nothing but a curse in hindsight.

Everything is not possible could also be peace to mind,

But making people understand this is simply a waste of time.

The only peaceful being on this planet is a child maybe,

No wait … they are also not fine,

As they try to decode why human behaviour change every time,

O sweet child of mine,

It is a rat race for which we are designed,

Stay afar for as long as you can,

As in this society to express is shameful and peace is out of access,

But don’t worry where else will you go if not towards the race

Cause lets be real peace is under rated and “I” want to do what everyone has already stated.

But peace is not far if you look closely,

It is around you just shattered mostly,

Present in the smile of your loved ones,

In the appreciations that you’ve earned,

In the sound of chirping,

In the contentment of learning.

Just slow your fast pacing breathes and look around,

Maybe your peace is there,

In different things safe and sound