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My arms ached
rowing amidst
the muddy water
of the holy river..
My head reeled
battling against
the flighty stress
carving my mind..
My eyes crammed
pursuing peace,
as I strived
amid the holy river..
The night was dark
my mind, blank;
The heat of fire
enticed me near..
As I stretched
to warm my griefs
the crackling sparks
took my breath..
Still I stood
next to the fumes
liberating my Soul
wailing salvation..
Day or night
The pyres were lit
an immortal tale :
The Manikarnika Ghat
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nice
nice poem