Father brought
a pot-full of water from Ganges
the sacred, revered river
upon returning home
after his pilgrimage.
He cupped his hands
and filled the water
which to my surprise
was glinting with stars
and moon.
‘Have it child, have it’
and I gulped it along
with the glittering stars
and moon.
Felt I elevated
upwards
gulped and gulped
each cup full
glinting with stars and moon
and felt myself lifted to
the sky up above.
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