Howl By Allen Ginsberg Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Howl,
Whose howl is it,
What howl?
The howl of a soul,
Bewildered and at a loss
In angst and depression.
A generation pathless
And bewildered,
Lost in search of pleasure
Getting misled
And finding no ways
To be back home,
So forgetful of
And bewildered.
Trying to know
What happiness is,
But can it be possible?
Drugged and dodged
Penitent of,
Feeling sinful
And as well as voluptuous,
Misled on the path of life,
Going nowhere
From where the return journey
Is not possible
To be back to.

The howl, howl,
Oh, the howl
Of a generation,
Generation
Lost in material pleasures
Physical and material,
But not abstract and metaphysical,
Going,
Going where,
Leading to nowhere
From where
No return journey is possible,
The howl,
Howl
Of a generation
Lost in pleasures,
Material pleasures
Physical and worldly
Getting tempted to,
Feeling drawn to
In attachment!