Void arise at the Pyre!
Oh! Kashi, Banaras or Varanasi,
Whatever the sands of time called you!
My heart Insist me;
To be on the steps of you.
The voice of ages long gone by;
And the murmuring waters;
White or black, poor or rich;
The Pyre prays for the death
And men pray for the life.
If prayers are heard,
Won't both Collide?
Leaving a state where i stand!!
1 comment:
Oh nice little poem.. I think the state at which you are in defines hope rather than prayers if answered goes by the theory, if unanswered, it would be a blame game.. i try to be in this state of stillness just waiting for the flowing waters to take me wherever it wants... ;)
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