PERPLEXITY AT IT’S ZENITH

The mind refuses to work, The heart’s voice remains unheard. Restlessness fills the soul, When will peace come? Who knows? I asked the sky, but it stayed silent, I asked the wind, but no reply came. Even the waves seemed lost, As if they too had no peace to claim. The moon looked incomplete tonight, The nights whispered nothing new. When will my heart find solace? This riddle remains unsolved too.