I love this poem
Its economy of words
Its simple insight
Category: Street Photography
Offering ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #366
Daughter Ganga
Accept my gift
Of fire and flower
I set adrift this diya
My hopes and dreams
To your forgiveness
May the flame never expire
The petals forever bloom
Upon your purifying flow
Where Resides the Divine
The fire held in her hands
Burns hot and bright
But not so hot
Nor bright
As the fire in her heart
In her spirit
While those
Who participate in the rite
Focus on the ceremonial fire
To please the god, Shiva
I revel instead
In the fire and light
Of her being
Where resides the divine
A Little Joy at Twilight
The universal joy
Of a gentle wind
A small kite
And a length of string
In a child’s hand
Both the child’s
And my own
Bathing in Mother Ganga
Mother Ganga
Cleanse my body
Of my daily toil
Mother Ganga
Cleanse my spirit
Of my transgressions
Mother Ganga
Accept my ashes
Carry me to nirvana
A Boy and His Kite
Oh
To be that boy
Again
A little play
In every step
And every thought
Waiting / Not Waiting
I wait my turn
Patience
As life streams by
Finding neither
Moment nor desire
To enter the stream
Faith in
Fate or serendipity
To sweep me into the fray
Content when
Reality
Makes no such demand
Om Sai Ram
Oh Lord
Universal father and mother
Burn away the illusions of existence
Three friends
Astride two wheels
Alive in a single moment
Smile
Dozens of eyes
Focussed on the game
One pair finds the lens
With a Mona Lisa smile
The only face
I can’t quite read
Finding the Subject
They mill about
Tourists, like myself
And not like myself
Clogging the frame
Until I realize
The shot is about them
As much as it is
About the mosque