O' Love
Sitting on the bank of a river
We enjoy the beauty of nature!
Throwing stones in the water
We Make intermittent laughter!
Holding her hand
The moment feels so grand!
I look at her face
It is so full of bliss!
Tempted! I give her a kiss!
She smiles in pleasure
And I have my treasure!
The wind sends river-waves to us
And they turn back after a soft touch!
Perhaps! Bored of their own loneliness
They want a share in our happiness!
The surroundings seem silent, serene
As if nature has renewed its sheen!
I see God nearby
Even He seems wistful!
I wish the moment stays right here
Absolutely nothing moves anywhere!
For this is the moment
And there is no other moment!
We enjoy the beauty of nature!
Throwing stones in the water
We Make intermittent laughter!
Holding her hand
The moment feels so grand!
I look at her face
It is so full of bliss!
Tempted! I give her a kiss!
She smiles in pleasure
And I have my treasure!
The wind sends river-waves to us
And they turn back after a soft touch!
Perhaps! Bored of their own loneliness
They want a share in our happiness!
The surroundings seem silent, serene
As if nature has renewed its sheen!
I see God nearby
Even He seems wistful!
I wish the moment stays right here
Absolutely nothing moves anywhere!
For this is the moment
And there is no other moment!
Labels: Literature, Poem
2 Comments:
Simple but hear-beating and lovely imagination...
teri poem padhne ke baad to mera river mein doob kar mar jaane ka man kar raha hai....aur good news is ki r s verma ji ka heart beat karta hai....hahahaha
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