An evocative poem by Niharika, about travelling across seven seas to a distant land, and Ganga, exclusively for Different Truths.
The seven seas that carried me and brought me here are getting warmer The seven seas that carried me and brought me here are getting dirtier The seven seas that carried me and brought me here are choking The seven seas that carried me and brought me here are weeping salty tears What then of the Holy Ganga that flows from the matted locks of Lord Shiva? What then of the Ganga that rinses away filth and sin from the bodies of those living and dead? What then of the Ganga that flows unabashedly oblivious to the turpitudes she has embraced so, sinners like us might sleep soundly? When the time comes will she be able to carry me in my vermilion anointed urn back to the seven seas?
Visual by Different Truths