"A City Beyond Time''
In Kashi, even time seems to slow,
through ancient lanes where old stories flow.
The Ganga carries whispers of the Past,
while golden morning stretches vast.
At dawn, temple bells begin to sing,
and the river holds the light of everything.
By evening, a thousand diyas shine,
Floating softly on the sacred tide.
Through narrow lanes of mystery and age,
every wall seems to remember another page.
Here, the past and present gently meet,
while every step feels strangely complete.
Kashi is more than a place we see,
it is a feeling that quietly lives within me.
And perhaps that is its deepest art -
you may leave Kashi, but it never
leaves your heart.
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