Ganga
besides the river
watching the lonely sun go down
did I say a prayer?
or offered some company to God, all alone.
Her stillness speaks to me
as she gently goes forth;
always ignored her mostly
many a myth & folk tales they wrote
wrote her name on the sand
and the temple bells rang
did I say a prayer?
or offered some company to her, all alone.
above and beyond
the mundane occurences
breathes my silence
as I lay my head down
the stars showed pity on my penance
yes, they showed some pity on my penance.
