The City Of Gods

Where the dead cannot smell like death,

Where the place is made of divine math,

Where the water is the sacred symbol of the divine,

Where the ground vibrates in the god's mind,

Where the fire is doorway beyond the existence of time,

Where the gods want to live and embrace their sacred line,

Where the life is lived  like it should be everyday,

Where the eternal lovers are spiritual in every way, 

Where there is beauty even in the burning of karma,

Where there is fear when someone takes the path of adharma,

Where the place is as old as sacred spell of om,

Where the sound is as enthralling as a child's dream in a womb,

This is kashi, my kashi, our kashi of Mother Earth,

The death meets here with grace if not the birth,

I have nothing left but her longing lies within me,

Just to be in her lap again just yet to be!