poet Ayni Poet

Ayni Poet

Ways Of India

On the banks of Ganges river,
In Benares, the city of the great sage Kabir,
Away from the galactic swirling,
Life unites with deep space waves.

Many come here from far,
Looking for hope, candles and shrines,
To drink the cup of the supreme love,
To wash the memories engraved in their flesh.

There's a lissome woman sitting on the crowded ghat,
Her summer blonde hair falls onto the ground,
Enveloping her silk, majestic sari as a wide mantel of pure light,
Eclipsing the darkness around.

Durga's temple is where she contemplates,
Yet knows that what is searched for has no house,
It's in the stream of the river, in the hundreds of birds that learn to fly,
In the sadhus, ascetics and in each simple men,
An inner teacher, guru, shows her unmistakably,
The natural way.

Topic(s) of this poem: life, transcendent

Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 28, 2017
Poem Edited: Sunday, May 28, 2017

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  • Anbudan MiththiranAnbudan Miththiran (6/16/2017 11:14:00 PM)

    Great lines bro. I feel it. I love it.

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