Vijay Sai

(30 12 1975 / Trichy, South India)

Contrasting Reality


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

Submitted: Sunday, March 25, 2012

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