Hemant Bawankar
☆ In search of… ☆ Hemant Bawankar ☆
Light of life is gone
now
we are alone
In sunny days
and moonlit nights.
In shadows of death
and beam of lights.
We all insects
shifting curiously
on different rays of the beam.
Not for
entire shining of life;
smile and sorrow;
love and hate;
affection and sex;
money and respect.
But,
for mental peace.
Not for;
but,
only for … peace
of clothed mentality
and nude soul.
And that
We will get
in jaws of death!
Who says;
we are searching life.
None is in search of life.
All are wandering
to escape from death.
All are overtaking
the smile of life.
But,
we are hearing
sorrowful moans of soul
coming from
the depth of heart.
And moaning soul
also wants peace
…. mental peace
… internal peace
… eternal peace.
Thus,
we all are wandering
in search of peace
in search of … grave!
29th July 1977
(This poem has been cited from my book “The Variegated Life of Emotional Hearts”.)
© Hemant Bawankar
Pune
