His Death In Benares Poem by Kabir
His Death In Benares
His death in Benares
Won't save the assassin
From certain hell,
Any more than a dip
In the Ganges will send
Frogs—or you—to paradise.
My home, says Kabir,
Is where there's no day, no night,
And no holy book in sight
To squat on our lives.
An ugly state of unrest is aptly portrayed in the poem. A concise and insightful rendition
Poem of Great wisdom from the great poet-philosopher of India
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10/12/2026 8:26:23 AM # rel_20260925T122446Z_7d6ee41
My home---- no holy book in sight.Superb! ! ! .Congrats dear poet.