Banaras
In Banaras, where silk and shades coalesce, The humble whites stand sombrely, Bright glass bangles call for attention, While trembling hands offer ashes to the Ganges. Mortality stealthily permeates a spectre lurking in the dark crevices. Tired souls unite, seeking epiphany. Empty pockets and dry eyes, Life and death embrace in a paradoxical dance. *-*-*-*-*-* In Banaras where archaic steps descend into antiquity, Sworn to the secret oracle, the Ganges meanders, imbued with tales of old, It rises and falls, carrying spirits upon its serpentine currents. Each undulation holds a story, every surge, a memory. The sound of the conch shell traverses the currents' cascade, Chronicles entwined in its aqueous tapestry. In this sacred setting, life moves toward its final destination. *-*-*-*-*-*-* In Banaras, timeworn relics reverberate throu...