Last Time

Last time I saw her
She left for India
To follow a Guru
Never heard from
Her after that
Nor did her parents
Her parents hired
A detective to
Find her but
He never did
It was as if
Mother India
Had swallowed
Her

Began seeing
Her in dreams
Her body soaked
In water

Her parents
Saw her in
Those dreams
Too

Weeks later
Her body
Was found
In the Ganges

The Guru ran
A death cult
And sacrificed
Her to a Hindu
God and dumped
Her corpse in
The depths
Of the Ganges

Police in India
Tried to find
The evil Guru
But before they
Caught up
With him
He walked
Into the ganges
And drowned
Chanting mantras
To his Hindu god

After his death
I saw her in
Dreams again
But in heaven
Maybe hate
Held her back
From going
There until
The Guru
Was dead.

Maybe her soul
Was connected
To the Guru
Until he died
And
She was
released

Bob Boyd

Author: BobBoyd

Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-) View all posts by BobBoyd