Is sky thse limit?---

Is sky the limit?


Standing on the ghat of the holy Ganges,
Ferrymen agile, rowing their boats up and down,
Convention bound families perform their rites
and the see-saw rhythm of chanting of ablutions ,
for the departed souls, I viewed the river not
in spate , the Sun –God from his orb
like a multi-millionaire’s treasure,
more for charity than for self, spreads his beams,
that morn I saw the blue merging with the blue,
I wished to have been a crab or sea-weed ,
to glide into the pitch of the sky.