The poem describes the scene of dawn at the holy city of Puri. It depicts a skull tilting towards hunger in the holy sands, white-clad widowed women waiting to enter the Great Temple past the centers of their lives, with austere eyes staring like those caught in a net of dawn's shining strands of faith. It also depicts the early light catching ruined shells of leprous people leaning against one another in a mass of crouched faceless faces, and the poet's aging mother's last wish to be cremated at Puri, twisting uncertainly like light on the shifting sands.
The poem describes the scene of dawn at the holy city of Puri. It depicts a skull tilting towards hunger in the holy sands, white-clad widowed women waiting to enter the Great Temple past the centers of their lives, with austere eyes staring like those caught in a net of dawn's shining strands of faith. It also depicts the early light catching ruined shells of leprous people leaning against one another in a mass of crouched faceless faces, and the poet's aging mother's last wish to be cremated at Puri, twisting uncertainly like light on the shifting sands.
The poem describes the scene of dawn at the holy city of Puri. It depicts a skull tilting towards hunger in the holy sands, white-clad widowed women waiting to enter the Great Temple past the centers of their lives, with austere eyes staring like those caught in a net of dawn's shining strands of faith. It also depicts the early light catching ruined shells of leprous people leaning against one another in a mass of crouched faceless faces, and the poet's aging mother's last wish to be cremated at Puri, twisting uncertainly like light on the shifting sands.