The water flows languidly, sceptic and divine
Transporting the souls of the dead to nirvana
Amongst the urine slicks and fecal decay
that makes up this murky water
As i watch the mirror blood red glow of the sunrise reflecting in these waters
and release tea lights that ride with the ripples piroeting off with the torrents
I catch my ladies eye and she flashes me a smile and i loose my breath for a moment
This is Benares and these waters are the Ganges and this is India
Sacred cows and marijuana lassis'
Organised confusion and some goan molasses
Curry and naan and a silk salwar kameez,
turbans and sikhism
death plague and diesease
Marharaja's in palaces equipped with a menagearie stocked full
like the big black pit in calcutta and as vile
Mother teresa and rudyard kipling, the tyger tyger and king louie swinging
The thugee and Kali, and shiver and godiva, ravi shankar and tennis ball cricket
and treaturous decison about falling wickets
India you are beautiful and i will return
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