Not at peace

I am restless and not at peace Life seems out of gear and not at ease What do I want to pick as thread? No idea how to move forward and lead I am almost dead No messages a re properly read Where do go and plead? Is life only meant to survive and be led? My courtyard is full of small birds Their choice is funny and distinctly heard They make all beautiful melody Nice to hear and enjoy by everybody What do they try to convey? We have no time to survey We only watch them in dismay See their beautiful move silently and stay I found easiest way Keep mum and no more to say Observe tiny happy land here Why to worry about whole world and go somewhere? I found soul, life and beautiful means There were sparrows, parrots and pigeons That cuckoo making fine melody and songs Prompting me to think for never going wrong I hear passionately deep voice Calling me near for making promise Life is precious and not to be wasted It is simple thing to be tested I vow to think and shed no tears All birds melody stored in ears I may get them in memory for all the times Take fine clue when in dilemma sometimes