Varanasi Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Varanasi, van, vans, rain, Iran, sit, sat, in, an, rains, as, is, air!
Red hot chilli peppers,
With the muse of the matrix of your sweet love in the land of peace and joy;
Inside and outside the ways of life with the aroma of your works;
And, with the peace of life around you today like,
True lovers left alive after the muse of war.
Image, imagine!
Living in Varanasi;
And, to heal the world with your sweet love.