Gangotri—Jagari Mukherjee

GANGOTRI 

Cold white glacier

under a frozen blue sky;

you begin in mountains

of milk-ice

at the gift of a beloved's touch

you turn holy river

and come to earth

through terrains of mythology…

I have dreamt of you in caverns

lit by a cool sun

where winter reigns

and you sparkle,

flowing emerald on the plains

where the sun is a gift

and I am the moon shining at night--

Gangotri, you make love

sacred

with your presence