Standing,
watching the myriad lamps
Floating
along the river’s banks
Swirling
in the eddies and whirls
Like
so many shiny pearls
I
listen to the temple bells
Beautiful
chimes from hollow shells
And
chants at dusk like pleasant drone
Tells
me that I’m not alone
In
the dark that nightfall brings
Somewhere
a lonely boatman sings
Songs
of longing and of love
Like
the forlorn star above
Guiding
man towards his goal
A
resting place for the eternal soul
I
think aloud, yes there is hope
For
the man who’s willing to grope
In
this foggy mist called life
More
cruel than a butcher’s knife
Yet
drawing us on to eternity
In search of our destiny
Hrishikesh
