Death is just the beginning

Death is only the beginning. .....
On the ghats of Manikarnika,in the city of Banaras,
the flames ablaze on the piers,
the holy waters of Ganges gurgled about
as if unaware of the miseries which seeped all around.

The sun was flaming bright and red,
making the ghats look alike death,
the 100 fumes burning around
seemed like the devine dance of Vishwanath
gyrating with death and pirouetting with sorrow,
taught the humans the reality of life.

Whimpering over the dead is only a pity
for the soul will be alive for eternity,
Who can teach one about life?
better than the celestial Kashi,
the abode of the destroyer,
but the city of serenity,

Now the ashes were to be flown in the mighty Ganges,
taking them solemnly over to salvation,

It was lord Buddha who was enlightened here,
but for the mere mortals -
death is the abyss with musty air,
dark looming shadows accosting them,
being dragged into the rancid,

The ghats of Manikarnika were now filled with cries of the humans,
who dessent with the truth of life,
and disagree to His judgement,

On the ghats of Manikarnika, is the city of Banaras
It is always the deleterious Rudra
who dances his celestial tandav,
gracefully bringing not the end but the beginning. .......

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