Smell of corpse
Half burnt and undisposed
Dead and deceased
Ashes strewn all over
Dissolved in flowing water
Of river Ganges calm and collected
Bodies in flaming pyres
Ever burning in one ghat
Sacred prayers in another
Mystical aroma filling everywhere
Saints in saffron clothing
Divine chanting echoing shores
Mangal Aarti glittering like gold
This event so auspicious
Happening through all 365 evenings
A trip to Varanasi
Leave us spellbound
Turning our lives upside down
Note: Mangal Aarti is an evening puja at the banks of river Ganges. Please visit http: //www.terragalleria.com/asia/india/varanasi
The dead, reverence for the dead- veneration for life among the living-worship- Quite a contrast! Well done.
Great imagination, well composed, strong emotion... Keep it up!
Wow sounds amazing really it does...I find it intreging...really do
nice poem, the words flow beautifully i invite u read mine n comment.. thankz
Thank you for drawing my attantion to this fine poem which is vivid, moving and also educational! ! Good luck, John.
Authentic Indian scenes as seen in Indian films displayed adroitly in this nice piece of poem.congrats
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there is, i seem to notice within this lovely piece A particular sadness but that only is why it is such a lovely piece