Upon the Ghat

 

The piousness flows incessantly

All across the stationary Ghat

What emanates from the vale

Dips and Drifts through to delta

Only to shower back to the flow

Leaving the garnered silt behind

While the motionless mind besides it

Strives to shrug off the filth

Of collected soles and their debris

The invisible imprints on stone

That remain embossed forever

And the rubble and the crumpled paper

Are silently swept into the flowing prayers

But the bosom still remains depraved

Often capsized in a whirlpool within .

Sometimes when it rains through soul

It moistens the Ghat and fills the crevices

Sometimes it overflows to drench till the gate

Which makes up often for the parched day.

Rishikesh

2314

18.50 hrs

12.9.25