Poems

The magic of Varanasi

As I step down those mighty stairs,

I behold at the water dazzling in the sun

 

Saints and men washing their sins,

While children dive in just for fun

 

The sound of bells conquers the sky,

As the ball of sun sinks spitting red blood

 

As the holy Ganges sleeps in peace,

The Goddess when angered causes flood

 

Prayers and mourning entangled together,

Describes the face of hope and reality

 

I absorb the holiness of the place,

Trying to find the cause of my entity

 

Deliquesces are offered to the eternity,

Feasts on it the one eyed raven

 

Sitting engulfed into the godliness around,

I find a perfect gataway to the heaven

 

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