Varanasi Poem by Amar Agarwala
Varanasi
Pilgrims and vagrants throng its Ghats
Beggars, seers and mendicants all,
Shrill peal of bells, the chant of hymns
And waters holy do enthrall.
Shiva's trident nudges the soul
The Dhamak Stupa stands forlorn,
Their speak of legends distant past
Of antiquity long bygone.
Come chant and sing a Vedic verse
Do prostrate at the altars high,
Know Moksha will then beckon you
From pyres lit where corpses lie.
Pray walk across its ancient lanes
Inhale the scent of wood and smoke,
Its din and dust will soon embrace
Your senses with its blessed cloak.
This mystic land its hallowed air
Bathes all men with its pious smear,
Here mortals come to breathe their last
For doors of heaven opens here.
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5/9/2024 12:34:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Thank you very much for sharing this well penned beautiful poem which is a tribute poem to our beautiful beyond history spiritual, philosophical, cultural and business city named Varanasi which is previously known as Kashi. Shiva's trident nudges soul and pilgrims gather across the holy city. A nice golden photo is chosen as a cover to this is interesting. Mortals come here to breath and the mystic land motivates many for spiritual excellence. This is outstanding poem...10
Dear Mr.Mahakul, Thank you so much for reading and liking my verses. Moreover, your kind and motivating words will add a touch of inspiration to my writing. Warm Regards