The City Where People Come To Die Poem by Asit Kumar Sanyal
The City Where People Come To Die
There is a city in India
Where people come to die
And check into guesthouses
Specially made for them.
In that city death is not mourned
But considered a blessing
Hindus believe....
It's the gateway of salvation.
This city is the spiritual capital of India
And one of the 51 Shakti peeths
Here 24 pyres active round the clock
Burns about 300 human bodies daily.
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