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despite the macabre march of corpses straight into the raging funeral pyres, it’s the icy waters of the Ganges from your matted locks which shiver my timbers amidst mellifluous incantations, one thousand and eight lamps floating on this mystical river sparkle in an anemone glow here, a great sage was taught a befitting lesson in humility and spirituality as i melt hearing this soulful octet in praise of this ancient city, its most important inhabitant smiles...... truth be told i’m in a Varanasi state of mind © 2022
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Apr 3, 2022
Apr 3, 2022 at 9:23 AM UTC
from your matted locks
despite the macabre march of corpses straight into the raging funeral pyres, it’s the icy waters of the Ganges from your matted locks which shiver my timbers amidst mellifluous incantations, one thousand and eight lamps floating on this mystical river sparkle in an anemone glow here, a great sage was taught a befitting lesson in humility and spirituality as i melt hearing this soulful octet in praise of this ancient city, its most important inhabitant smiles...... truth be told i’m in a Varanasi state of mind © 2022
inspired by the transience of life and the aarati offered to the holiest river in the world- Ganges
#shiva#varanasi#kashi#death#ganges#vyasa
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rama-krsna
56/M/NYC
Apr 3, 2022
Apr 3, 2022 at 9:23 AM UTC
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