Theme: Journey

Holy Train

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.

24-Jan-2016

More By  :  David M Gunson

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