Piled high
As kites can fly
And like the spires
Of Hindu Ghats
The wood of Kashi
On Ganga banks
As kites can fly
And like the spires
Of Hindu Ghats
The wood of Kashi
On Ganga banks
To build the pyres
For funeral blaze
Lit from embers
Of Shiva’s fire
Burns every hour
Of every day
Four thousand years
And still today