Lake Victoria Poem by Satya Pratik
Lake Victoria
saw her, struck by Euphoria,
Coming to me in winter at lake Victoria.
She looked like nymph, her eyes dreamy.
I felt triumph, touching her skin creamy.
I longed for a kiss,
She said waiting is a bliss.
She moved closer, held my hand with such might,
As to never get me out of her sight.
We moved closer, we kiss.
It was bliss.
I was struck by euphoria,
At lake Victoria.
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I saw her,struck by euphoria*