A PRECIOUS DAY AT THE ‘GHAT’
When they dip and spit,
into the same water,
as the sun rises at the coast,
Scattering its rays, to host.
Washing sins through bathing,
orison of offerings,
to the crowned head.
Shedding divinity to each one.
Light them up with gracious rays.
The ray of hope,
The ray of love.
The bathing festival begins to end.
And I pretend,
to be one of them,
to participate in the holy sink.
Releasing putrefy I think.
Then believing,to emerge angelic.
Yes right , a pure magic ,
I felt,
I felt a new ‘ me ‘ is sent.
I couldn’t comprehend.
Indeed ‘A PRECIOUS DAY’ !
Filthiness burnt in rays.
