Mahabodhi Moonlight

The Burning Ghats

through the heat shimmer
of the pyres of Varanasi
a boat
a tiny shroud
stone weighted
sinks

the mother’s hand
touches the Ganga waters
wet but empty

flames purify
those who cross over
flesh blackening
melting

the elements return
to Mother Nature
from whom
they never really left

"The Burning Ghats at Varanasi"