Varanasi

Water like a mirror reflects the faces of the dead

in the play of light and shade, I melt

Time has stopped in the flight to eternity

Bodies sail in the cycle of birth and death

River accepts everything

It takes the memory of things

In a tranquil breath of reality

I float on the other side

I can fly higher and higher

Passing the limits

Born from a drop of creation

In the last gasp of life, I pass