Station Bliss Poem by C. P. Sharma

Stationed at station Bliss
I am in search of bliss,
Waiting with ticket in hand
New destination to kiss.

Seek it in glitter and gold
I am to them sold,
As sand slips away from hold
They leave me in cold.

Seek it in woman and wine
Pleasures web I weave,
Chased by their hangover
Sooner I do grieve.

Wander over vales and hills
The tired body aches,
Fed up of all the wanderings
The world appears fake.

Let me return to station Bliss
Enter the city of Bliss,
Lotus bloom in the city lake
Why not kiss the bliss?