The Inward Shore
The Inward Shore (Varanasi)
My dream’d domain lies where the Ganges slides,
At Varanasi’s steps where mortal pride subsides.
No gilded arch persuades me, nor the world’s loud trade,
But ash and prayer where life and death are weighed.
I seek that shore where strangers stand as kin,
And feel another’s ending stir the self within.
Where tongues grow still ere judgment claims its say,
And borrowed masks are gently worn away.
What boots it roam the globe for pleasure’s gain,
If hearts return unchanged, intact in chain?
I choose this place, for there I learn to bend,
And read my fate in lives I might yet mend.
My dream destination asks no flight from land—
It teaches me to live, and understand.
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