I feel like a statue made of desert sand;
The wind rushes over me, wearing away
As my train carries me
To Varanasi from Delhi.
A man sent by Shiva,
Who shared my train berth
Opened my eyes to a truth:
To find God, just help your brother.
That train ride began
A journey through Varanasi
To the ghats of the Mother
Then a cleansing in Rishikesh.
The wind and the tide
Have carved a new me;
I am closer to what I will be,
When this journey finally ends. |
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