kabir poetry

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

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.
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    • ▼  April (22)
      • kabira bigrayo Ram duhai
      • kahe kabir aadha ghat bole
      • Teerath bada ki hari ka das?
      • Like a sharp arrow Is the love of Rama.
      • Good company’s all I seek.
      • The gardener’s wife
      • His death in Benares
      • Is there a paradise anyway?
      • a walking Mosque yourself
      • the four-armed god
      • If parroting the name Of Rama brought salvation
      • To tonsured monks and dreadlocked Rastas,
      • If going naked Brought liberation
      • I live in Fearlessburg
      • The body’s a pot And the mind is the cream
      • Brother, The storm of wisdom has hit us
      • All the way to heaven
      • When greed hits you like a wave
      • The mind’s a shortchanging Huckster
      • कैसें नगर करौ कुटवारी
      • है कोई गुरु ग्यांनीं जगत महिं
      • एक अचम्भौ देखा रे भाई
    • ►  March (2)
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