Immersion Poem by dr. ram sharma

Immersion



IMMERSION
In the white layers of Ganges,
the flowers,
are dipping and flowing
ashes takes many forms,
far, far and afar,
from my memories,
the touch and fragrance of the body,
departing of soul,
burning of pyre,
of my grandfather,
he is gone

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