If you stay still for a moment On top of the Gangotri glacier You can hear growling chunks of ice Melting and collapsing below, Fulfilling a prophecy and a vow, Escaping an inexorable time, Into an aqueous moksha.
Celestial sounds of the universe Are usually accompanied by The eerie silence of centuries, Ganga has to fulfill her promise To procreate, destroy and conclude, The imaginary and real world Into an irrefutable end.
Wondering whether to desire or escape You see a hermit's cave refracted On the congealed blue surface of Tapovan Changing from an awesome beast to a celestial face And you lose the love of self and company, Only wish to melt into the liquefaction, Cease upon the hedonistic moment.
