Allen Ginsberg By The Ghats Of Benares

By the ghats of Benares
Strolled he,
Slept under the open
Marking the nights
With the bodies
Burning in the crematorium
Meditating on life and death.

A pilgrim, Western pilgrim
In quest of peace and rehabilitation,
Mental peace and happiness
Came he
Escaping the psychic turmoil
Happening within.

Allen Ginsberg
In search of happiness and peace,
Mental peace and happiness,
In search of an India
Seen from far,
So sacred, held in faith
And confidence.

The India of charlatans and sadhus,
Sadhus and gurus
But difficult to say,
Who is it real and true to the self,
Walking in the midst of,
Passing by,
Feeling the heat,
Beating Indian summers of test and resonance.

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