Is that the answer to life’s puzzle
The conundrum that no one’s solved,
Renounce it all for the woods
As Lord Buddha once resolved.

It’s a mad, mad, world we know
Where we live, work and play,
The calm of yesteryears now lost
In the crazy maze of today.

Has Time taken on a meaning new
Moving at frenetic speeds,
Not seen before by Man nor  Beast, or
Is it Man’s insatiable needs, his deeds.

Is Renunciation the panacea for all that ails
Forests, too, no friends of Man today,
Burn themselves, as they do in seeming contempt
Of a Man, responsible for the horrific state of play

Running away, sadly, is never the answer
As Man roams the world, friendless,
This hunger for “growth” (whatever that might mean)
Bordering on delirium, Madness.

We need to look back to the days gone by
To those fleeting moments of Peace and Calm,
And, from those distill the essence therein
The beauty of silence that acts as Balm.

Life, needs to be better accepted
Not, needlessly, questioned, analyzed,
Its genesis, its purpose, its continuum all
A given, its inevitability realized.

So, let’s have a reign of Peace, folks
All flags, the colour white,
Bury all that comes within us, as People
Let’s bury might, Let’s do what’s right.

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)