from the train station
there is a maze of narrow alleys
taking you down to the Ganges

where summer’s breath
mixed with the grey film
hanging over the city
whispers life is a ghost

in the shelters of the homeless
veiled widows endure their lives in
a frightening state of

the ghats of the city crowded by people
waiting for that moment
their existence gets carried away by
the everlasting monotony of the river


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