The Spiritual Capital

The morning skies glare in those eyes,

The culture of our people never dies.

Oh! The scenic beauty of ghats,

Combines with the sunset and resides in the hearts.

Some come here to attain salvation,

Some travel this spiritual capital of the nation,

Its older than history said mark twain,

Bustling roads look beautiful with mazes of a narrow lane.

It endures peace and tranquility,

Making it a serene and divine city,

A dip in the Ganges purifies the soul,

Chewing betel leaf with sounds of morning hymns is heaven as whole.

Tourists enjoy the tangy flavor of chaat,

Accompanied by the melody of music and art,

This city of education gives us pride,

And the temples here add to our stride.

The holy men lift their hands in prayer,

And women wear beautiful banarasi sarees with simple neckwear.

Buddhism emerged here with the mornings of pehelwan lassi,

Everyone finds peace in this city of Varanasi!!