Thoughts
Where do they come
And where do they go away
Thoughts, ideas, concepts?
Triveni Sangam
The Ganaga, Yamuna, Saraswati
Meeting into
At the Holy Sangam of Prayag,
The Holy Confluence of rivers.
The Diya
My mother burnt it to ashes
But the navel remained it for
Sometime more
Burning like a diya
Emitting some bluish light.
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