On the eve of mourning.
Ganga moonlight shimmers.
Hallowed soul… ancient spirits.
Steps falling into water.
Hazy, lazy, rolling.
Completeness, full circle… transcendent.
Circled blood red sun.
Bells clanging, clanging.
Dust to dirt and dirt to dust… dependent.
Ever changing, ever remaining, always the same.
Joseph Nichols writes on Indian Review. Joseph is an assistant professor of education at Saint Louis University in St. Louis, MO, USA. He is also the chief academic officer of the Kashi Education Foundation which is a nonprofit educational organization based in Varanasi, India.