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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.

Posted on January 26th, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Poetry and Fiction

2 Responses to “Poem: Like the Ganga”

  1. buddy, on January 26th, 2009 at 8:45 pm Said:

    ganga-dil is very random

  2. Karthik, on January 27th, 2009 at 5:46 pm Said:

    Please provide option for RSS/email feeds. Thank you.

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