In Shackles and bonds, I let my piece go.

Discombobulated, this thing of mine.

I tried hard enough not to slosh my soul.

All now I need is a restorative break.

Peace undishonored, love grantable.

Things I crave the most, peace and love.

Everyone says this, little us acquire.

Desire the longing, procurable.

Happiness is my mother’s smile.

Rejoicement is my father’s grin.

Those shackles are lost.

Those bonds are broken.

My mind is organized.

My soul is smooth now.

I am restful with peace and love.

I am thankful for peace and love.

                                                                                                        Malik sundus rafiq.

                                                                                                           17/01/2019