Where Is Pleasure? Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Is pleasure there
In body? in speech?
In family? in money?

If no, why then
We are all going after these
though externally?

It is fact,
I love my body,
It is fact,
I deliver speeches,
It is fact,
I have my own money
And my own family.

And I know they are
Not mine though.

Let me see my own clay
In my own mirror.

I know my body is not pure,
My family, my speech and
My money all are also not pure,
The atmosphere itself is not pure,
And all are perishable
And still I cannot renounce
My attachment my egoism.

I know I am far from Truth,
And I failed to realize the Truth
That is there in me.

And I am searching the pleasure
And searching the pleasure.