Finally after a dry spell of more than a month, I am writing a poem titled Pilgrimage.We have all got lofty ideas about life, after-life or the nonsense surrounding it.But one can't help concluding that today the world is totally fake, with a thousand veils over the Truth(whatever our idea of truth is, that's not relevant here).There is a lot of talking going around about what is right and what is wrong when the best thing to do would be to shut our mouths and spend some time thinking(even if we're not concentrating, we'll be doing others some service by keeping quiet!) as to the meaning of this grand circus!
Pilgrimage
Speech is sin,
by a tongue so corrupt,
in a foul-smelling mouth,
of a ragged face,
that tilts on a twisted
neck, of the putrid body,
that yearns
for pilgrimage,
to set
the caged bird free,
to eternal glory,
with none of the bars
of distorted Truth,
to strain life's thirst,
through another birth,
in the scorching heat,
of cravings anew.
