Author Arvind Krishna Mehrotra His death in BenaresWon’t save the assassinFrom certain hell,Any more than a dipIn the Ganges will sendFrogs—or you—to paradise.My home, says Kabir,Is where there’s no day, no night,And no holy book in sightTo squat on our lives. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments