A Bus Ride To Hampi

From Israel a man he does travel,
Unravelling the marvellous delights of India,
We met by the shady shores of Goa,
A bus to Hampi we did ride together.

The boulders, the rice fields, the palm trees,
A place so rich in colour and ancient histories,
Together we breathe in the gentle air,
And feel the serenity of a place that cares.

We share the same bed such strangers,
Yet his eyes remain far from mine,
Perhaps a sign of respect he is showing,
Or his desire for me is simply unwanting.

A chess game he finds intriguing,
He sits with the Nepalese and local people,
Worldly and open his mind remains,
From vices and cravings he does refrain.

To Thailand he will next explore,
New smells his senses will endure,
For now I get to spend time with him,
Such wonderful energy so free from sin.

The Brighton to London Poet

© 2008 MCARB