Rishikesh - Remembering Ravi Bansal
Rishikesh where the Ganges water flowed
Swift and green and icy in morning light.
I bathed in purifying waters, allowed
My body to be immersed, the ancient rite
Of cleansing in the holiest of streams.
And then I watched a man use dynamite
As dead fish surfaced belly up, their screams
Silent in the fast-approaching night.
We dined on lotus root and talked of God
And walked upon the ancient sainted ground
Where long the feet of solemn mystics trod
And glimpses of eternal life abound.
The years that steal our memories away
Cannot rescind those hallowed afternoons,
The promise of a not-too-distant day
When Phoenix shall ascend among our ruins.