In Varanasi's heart, where emotions ebb and flow,
Beside the ancient Ganges, where life's passions gently glow,
I feel the weight of moments, as death draws near in view,
A poignant, timeless river, reflecting life's adieu.
The ghats of Varanasi bear witness to the pain,
Of loved ones saying farewell, tears mingling with the rain,
In the embrace of Ganga's flow, they release their heavy hearts,
As death's cold hand beckons, and a new journey imparts.
Oh, death, you bittersweet sorrow, on the ghats tender air,
You steal our cherished moments, leaving souls in deep despair,
Yet, in the depths of grieving, a glimmer of hope does gleam,
That the river's sacred current carries love beyond the dream.
In Manikarnika's ancient whispers, where time seems to stand still,
I touch the rawest emotions, by the river's tranquil rill,
For death's a poignant passage, through which our spirits soar,
In Varanasi's warm embrace, we find solace evermore.
As the sun sets o'er the Ganges, casting shadows long and wide,
We find the strength to carry on, as the tears subside,
In Varanasi's eternal grace, where the heartache starts to mend,
We realise in the end, love and memories never truly end.
- Gungun Singh, Editorial Board, RLS 2023-24
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