Varanasi

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In Varanasi, where the Ganga flows,
A city of ancient tales and timeless woes.
Where temples stand, their spires reach high,
And chants of prayer kiss the morning sky.

The ghats are steps to the sacred stream,
Where pilgrims bathe and lost souls dream.
The sun rises, casting a golden hue,
On boats that drift through waters blue.

Aarti flames flicker in twilight's embrace,
Lighting the dusk with a divine grace.
Sadhus in saffron, with wisdom deep,
Meditate where the river's secrets sleep.

In labyrinthine lanes, history whispers soft,
In crumbling walls and havelis aloft.
Markets bustle with colors and spice,
Where every corner holds a slice of life.

The clang of bells, the conch's call,
Echo through narrow streets and ancient halls.
From Manikarnika, where pyres burn bright,
To Assi's quiet, reflective night.

Holy men chant in a timeless drone,
While devotees find their peace alone.
In this eternal city, death is a rite,
A passage of souls into the light.

Evening descends, with lamps afloat,
On the river’s surface, they gently float.
Each light a prayer, a wish set free,
Carried by the Ganga to the sea.

Ceremonies grand, under stars so clear,
Invoke the gods, the divine is near.
Aarti flames rise, in a rhythmic dance,
Casting their glow in a trance-like trance.

From dawn till dusk, and night till morn,
Varanasi's spirit is reborn.
Through life's cycle, joy and strife,
In this city, flows the river of life.

Here, time stands still yet rushes fast,
A sacred link to the ancient past.
Varanasi, with your heart so pure,
In your embrace, we find the cure.

For in your streets, the soul does sing,
Of birth and death, and everything.
Varanasi, where every breath is a prayer,
A place of reverence, beyond compare.

In your embrace, we find our way,
A timeless journey, both night and day.
In Varanasi, where the Ganga flows,
Life's eternal rhythm endlessly goes.

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