A chance journey to holy Kashi
An unlikely trip to the Ghat
I watch the corpses in flames
Wonder where I lost my fire
In company of a master
Lurking behind seekers
I stand numb, amidst divinity.
Yet no sense of my, ‘entire’
Seekers drench in Ganga
Some meditate in peace
Few others chant mantras
I stand mute, amidst the choir
A seeker shudders beside
Another one, sparkles in joy
The crowd seeps into trance
I watch them all transpire
Alien amidst the 'living'
I look upon the corpses
Ah! Finally, I relate...
With those about to retire
The 'deads' are my kind
Dead I have ever been
Mere, a corpse in waiting
To be burnt upon its pyre
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