
13/07/2025
At Harishchandra Ghat, where the fire never sleeps and the river remembers everything...
Ashes rise like silent prayers,
Boats rest like old souls tethered to time.
Among burning pyres and wilted marigolds—
Life whispers its final poem.
Some mourn, some burn, some pass by.
But aren’t we all just tourists in this world,
Stopping briefly before we disappear
into the same eternal river?