The Quest For Still Water Poem by Santanu Banerjee

In a world of murmur, where worries whirl,
Through tangled thorns and tempest's fierce embrace,
The heart sets sail on a restless pearl,
In search of shores where silence finds its place.

With footsteps faltering on the forest floor,
The echoes of existence, sharp and shrill,
Resound like thunder, crashing at the core,
Yet softly calls the brook with babbling trill.

A gentle breeze, a balm for weary minds,
It sweeps through branches, weaving soft delight,
Through shadows long, the tranquil spirit finds
The strength to stand, to rise and seek the bright.

For in the stillness, calm like morning dew,
The soul discovers peace it always knew.