Diana Rosser


Varanasi - Poem by Diana Rosser

Amongst the filth
the sweet sound of the flute player
carries through the heated air
and everywhere,
down the Ghats
at sunrise,
the pilgrims gather
along the sacred river Ganges;
devoted to life,
birth and death.
Here in ancient Varanasi
against the backdropp of temples centuries old,
the soul of man
finds its own way home
amongst the filth.


Comments about Varanasi by Diana Rosser

  • Bronze Star - 2,514 Points Hans Vr (1/27/2012 1:08:00 AM)

    The contrasts in this poem have a special effect on the reader. The filth versus the sacredness and the soul (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 26, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, January 27, 2012


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