Women Wordsmiths And Christmas By Sutanuka Ghosh Roy
The Beneras Skyline
I try to navigate my way
Through the dark by lanes of Beneras
I seek refuge in His coiled braid
I meet wet-loin pundits
I search for the beheaded Brahma
I sit on the wet steps of Manikarnika ghat
I chew paan and watch the dead spirits whisper
I try to fish out a fresh Marigold garland
From the womb of Jhanvi
I watch the red flames and search for the sacred nymphs
I think of Kabir and Ghalib
I hear the shenahai, gazals, thumris
And the chants of aghoris
I sit with tea in an earthen cup
I see the sky melt into the nectar of the twelve rivers.
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