Mohenjo-daro

River Saraswati was placid and clear

I untied the boat and steered

The full moon accentuated beautiful night

Ripple glittered under moon light

The buliding atop cliff now looked taller

That housed few priests and scholar

I pulled the rudder and steered ahead

To reach Mohenjodaro the city of dead

A city without religion but just belief

A city of joy and grief

The Great Bath was an experience

It cleaned my body, soul and sense

People would work hard all day long

Evening was colorful with dance and song

All attention was drawing to dancing girls

Their confident moves and clinking of bangles

Houses had abundant water and grains

Clean and hygienic with well planned drains

Language was music to ears

incomprehensible yet pleasant to hear.

Proud of this wonderful awesome history

But end of this civilization is still a mystery. 

Life after death, an imagination

I gave up trying to gasp for breath
I could then smell death

My limbs were stiff and numb
And vanished the pain I succumbed

I sank in to a dark well
And floated through a tunnel

Suddenly surrounded by flood of light
It was delightfully blinding bright

I lost the sense of "I"
And merged in to it with a joyful fly

Soul was welcomed with melodious "Om"
Inexplicable peace in this new home

The soul was reduced to size of thumb
I then discovered myself in a womb

Unaware of caste, religion and creed
Form of life, species or breed

Gradually developed tiny legs and arms
Waited patiently for my new form