Smiles Deep Asleep

My heart why not have you learned,
That the hearts have stones turned.
They carry wooden faces; bare.
Enslaved by worldly ways they fail to care.
Their expert eyes no longer weep,
Their smiles are unconscious; deep asleep.

For Nirvana

For Nirvana

They walk to infinity,
With a swollen feet.
On a vision vast as vales,
They sail slow by snails.

To the hut of himalayas,
From the bazaars that babble.
They approach to find,
The heaven's disguise to blind.

As the conscience craves once,
To search for life.
They move in the motors of machine,
As a bee to gum; they glue to green.

They sail where the sadhu's surrender,
Waive the wealth amassed and wander.
They head to the abode,
Far off their homes 'For Nirvana'.