Bhut bhut bhut bhut bhut,
the water taxi’s here,
its nodding, smiley pilot
gestures to a chair.
All aboard and crammed in tight,
a small boy casts away,
we set sail down the Ganges,
as a sunset guides the way.
The gentle, balmy evening breeze
inspires a tender glide,
as turds and cans and body parts
are softly brushed aside.
Canvas flaps above our heads,
the only other sound
is the bhut bhut bhut bhut bhut bhut bhut
from the man who took our pound.