The Ganges

By Anvita Bhatnagar

I sat on the banks of The Ganges,

The crystal water is strangely still,

My soul is serene,

My eyes are glistening with the shadow of the

Dancing moon on the top of the water,

The starry spheres above me,

Oh! It's a magnificent sight,

As I look away from the silver being,

My eyes follow a blurry trail of city lights,

The water droplets are frail as glass,

It's like a sweet fantasy,

I die to experience

That makes my sorrow drip down with the drops..

By Anvita Bhatnagar