I stand on the banks of Ganges,
Awe inspiring, the river flows
in i silence,
A little away I see flames
The body of the dead
being consumed.
The fire rises high
Stench and smoke
engulf.
A few yards from there
I espy men and women
bathing .
In the middle of the river
dead bodies float
along with flowers.
looking around my eyes rest
on a group of brahmins
chanting slokas.
On the opposite direction
the temples bells chime
pujas are performed.
The Gods and Goddesses
come out in procession
the devotees follow
Om, Om, the humming,
places me in a trance,
eliciting the truth,
life and death are
synonymous, truth
as seen around
Meenas Poems 