As a mother purifies herself
In the waters of the holy Ganga
While her daughters prepare
To leap in, yet again
An hour or so
Every day
On the bench
By the shore
On the edge of the fog
I wonder why
But I think I know
That bridge has been enough trouble
For us
No
For me
Maybe just for me
Even before the fog
Exploring the infinity
Beyond my ken
What I love most about existence
Yet… perhaps no greater love for this moment
Whether it seem strange or familiar
Than mine
We are all just shadows
In the moonlight
Beneath a darkening sky
Of stars and cloud
All in motion, even I
In this moment fixed in time
Which has no memory
Or destiny
If I can be still
For just a moment longer
If I can be present
In all this shadow and blur
Will the world make more sense
Will anyone see
Me
But I noticed
Anywhere I stood in India
I could see someone
Selling something
To someone else
I peer into their world
Try to understand what they see
How they see it
It helps me see
The nuance in my own world
In my own perception
Every now and again
I notice people
Peering back at me
A moment most illuminating
As it reminds me
Look at yourself, through their eyes
And so, I wonder
What do they see?
How do they see me?
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