River of Bliss

a poem by Naveen Chandra R

Has no banks to bank on
Unable to hold on to – any longer
Sinking in little by little, day by day

Rejoicing the the play of nature,
To dwell in your deep amazing eyes,
To get lost in your curly hairs,

Nothing is to hold on – except you,
Cling to your slender hands,
To lock in the safety of your fingers knots