Finding Comfort

Wherever the soul has been

True nature always beckons a traveller

In between the lost labyrinths

A child wishes to return

With silence, claim the answers

Carelessly left behind

Verdant landscapes

Mistakenly folded and kept aside

Exposing the unruly paths

Erroneously termed autonomy

A winding journey

Knotted with delirious thoughts

Braided, it sits clumsily

On a frenetic mind

A coronation too burdensome

Time brings realisation

Stillness of tiredness

Persuades the feet to return

To a world within

Waiting with open doors

A conscious abode

Of eternal tranquillity

Comforting a child

~Amitav