In my city there lies a story
Told and retold through ages
Yet it pulls like a new text
You think about it or not
You know there you belong
In its alleys, on its horizon
And the eternity in its court
To my city there goes this story
Of life and beyond
Of living and metaphors
Water, like always
Was flowing then as well
When it suddenly asked
That what I saw in its flow
Life I said and my soul echoed
Like any Banarasi would say
Like any Banarasi is asked
It then pressed further
Bringing in death and beyond
Metaphors of life I said
And my soul reverberated
Like any Banarasi would do
In my city there lies this story
Of life and life in death
And the conversation on it
In a city where Gods belong
And the Ganga bathes souls
Helping you go beyond
Of questions of life
And of fear of death
To coexist within their realm
My Kashi and my life there
It is the story of life
That every Banarasi has there
In its streets, on its Ghats
Transcending like the sky
And complete like the earth
©SantoshChaubey
