From The Banks Of Ganga: Iv Poem by indira babbellapati

I sit by your banks
In awe of your flow
A parallel flow within
Watches every ripple:
Indefinable happiness
Peace is absence of
Even a ripple of thought
What follows peace is bliss
I suppose…

Loitering and searching
The best place to meet
The loved one is by
One's own banks of the heart
Where flows Gangs of love

The flow overwhelms me
Doesn't allow me stretch my hand
For the other…
I'm unto myself!

So you flow
So do I
Not against your tide
But with your flow

Flow Flow Flow!