It was an overcast noon
At the Westminster
as the
Children in the choir sang
A long, lonely hymn
That made me cry
A thousand rivers
I lit up a candle
And sat there in a complete melancholy
That'd gripped me
In the mountains of western ghats
And
On the banks of Godavari
Lost
forlorn
And somber
Now
I am not a Christian
Nor am I a Hindu
But I prayed
To what’s beyond the curtain
And if someone had asked me
'What were they singing?'
Only the angels know
I would have said.
--
Anant Dhavale
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