There I stand
In the unholy waters of the sacred Ganga
Wooden beads around my neck
There are people around me
All chanting something
All with their eyes closed tightly
All offering the yellow flowers to the Ganga
I stand in the black water
My eyes open
There they send the sinful man afloat the black waters
There is an oil lamp sent towards where I wonder
Ganga .
She is like that unarmed solider
She is not at war
She is not at peace
There are sins offered to her
There are prayers
She meets everyone
But no one meets her in her waters
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Ganga
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Jui Chitre Deshmukh
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4 comments:
Its a great piece.....sounds like Ganga is the "Sinner's Haven"......keep gng.
I have read it quite a few times..
It carries a deep thought...
With seemingly jumps of thoughts, it flowed on nicely....
I still wonder about those last lines of second and fourth stanzas...
hey jui...u are quite a poetess!! good work...
Quite accidently stumbled upon your blog..the poem somehow reminded me of the song " Ganga" by Bhupen Hazarika..it questions the river as to why it still keeps flowing in its peaceful manner even when it witnesses all the sins on its bloodied banks..
Maybe as you as say she is not at peace and she is not at war..she has learnt to move on like so many of us.
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