Poem: Like the Ganga

I look at you, you strange man,
Smiling, laughing, enveloping all.
Like the Ganga in Haridwar.

You meander through the city,
Slothful, large, mourning in time,
for those who die and burn
In Benaras, by the river ghat.

Muddy, filthy, pure and turbulent.
You sing, and I almost sleep,
Like a river, you keep vigil
I call you thus, my Ganga-Dil.

You play with my toes,
Threaten to swallow me whole.
Like the Ganga in Haridwar.


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2 Responses to Poem: Like the Ganga

  1. ganga-dil is very random

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