Crows of Banaras

In their eyes

she, is the holy river

and I, am a doubtful sinner.


I drowned myself

deep in Ganges.


now she, is a holier-than-thou

and I, am a confessed sinner.


  • Goldfinch60

    May your sins be forever stay away from you.


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