In the path of searching you,
I got wounded.
My scars told me how badly I tried,
With all hopes vanished from my heart.
I sat under a shrub,
Thinking where I went wrong.
A little kitten sat on my lap,
Made me feel a little relaxed.
Peace is found when you stop searching for it,
That is what the chirping birds told me,
With beautiful sunbeams falling on my heart.