Peace

 Peace 

Peace is the quiet whisper of the morning,

When the sun rises, soft and warming.

It’s the breath between words, calm and clear,

A pause that says, "You’re safe, come near." 

Peace is the hand that reaches in the dark,

The gentle touch that leaves its mark.

It’s the voice that listens, patient, kind,

And the understanding that frees the mind. 

It’s found in the laughter of children’s play,

In the silence of the night, where stars lay.

Peace is the place we can finally rest,

A feeling that we’re not just our best,

But whole—flawed, yet still enough. 

It’s in the spaces we make for each other,

The grace to forgive, to love one another.

A promise that hearts can heal and mend,

That we’re never truly alone in the end. 

Peace isn’t just an absence of war,

But a quiet knowing, something more.

It’s the hope that stirs, and the courage to stand,

For kindness, for justice, for a loving hand. 

It lives in the choices we make every day,

In the small acts of love, the words we say.

Peace, in its purest, humblest form,

Is the heart's quiet song, keeping us warm. 

It’s not a destination, but a way to be,

A space where you and I are truly free.

Peace—simple, yet deeply profound,

In every heartbeat, in every sound.

                                                                        -Sangeeta