Our Ignorance

We wept, we prayed, we stood vigil Pressed our heads against the grilled hospital gate Hoping some movement inside Would signal positive tidings We called in the police Lest something untoward happened As fools discussed the money at stake And your corporeal body lay inside Breathing its last Supported by ventilators And intravenous stimulators Baba, I had laughed at you When you visited my village In my young days I dubbed your acts Magical pranks I was then atheistic And morbidly rationalistic Not knowing what Being either really did mean I could but only do What every other rascal did I grew up enough Perhaps wise enough To admit that the world Couldn’t exist at all In the first place Sans some intelligence Which knew it And homed in it Like itself No matter what name We called it by I could then resonate With what you said Yet doubts remained But I could at least Remain neutral and avoid Being foolishly judgmental Like the erstwhile young scoundrel Now you have flown away All things born have to fade away The play of the last so many days Has come to an end Giving our ignorance a field day Of speculation why A saint was embodied Suffered mortal tragedies Disease, doctors, gadgets And what not A whole world of medicine Every-hour bulletins A frail failing body amidst In the throes of entropy That our blind eyes Had for years Sought for darshan Not knowing what lay behind We wept and wailed Prayed for a miracle in vain Refusing to open our eyes To the truth of our being That you are For we always relished Being mundane Fastidiously inane Accustomed to embodied gods That strode our roads Rubbing shoulders with us No matter how much You and others strived Now, Alas! There is talk Of a resurrection, reincarnation Your promised return To the darkness of our ignorance To enact another play For us to foolishly devour With eyes that are blind To the light that lights the stage Groping in daylight is our incurable wont Our backs eternally turned to the sun Peace, Peace, Peace