I'm reading poetry at the cremation ghat
amid chanting of God's name
while ferrying and burning the dead.
The noise unsettles me a bit
as sets me thinking of my own death
that by all means seems closer than farther.
Yet I get the relieving feel
reading poems would heal
all the agonies of my flesh
and take me to that spiritual level
where I would take death as
passing into another dimension.
I'm not much of a religious person
but have always felt devoted to my kindred
seeking transcendence through them.
The best thing I'm hoping right now
is when I burn
someone would amid chanting of God's name
read poetry at the burning ghat.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 4:49 AM UTC
I'm reading poetry at the cremation ghat
amid chanting of God's name
while ferrying and burning the dead.
The noise unsettles me a bit
as sets me thinking of my own death
that by all means seems closer than farther.
Yet I get the relieving feel
reading poems would heal
all the agonies of my flesh
and take me to that spiritual level
where I would take death as
passing into another dimension.
I'm not much of a religious person
but have always felt devoted to my kindred
seeking transcendence through them.
The best thing I'm hoping right now
is when I burn
someone would amid chanting of God's name
read poetry at the burning ghat.
at the burning ghat by the Ganga, 2.15 pm
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