(2nd July,1986 / Bahraich, India)

My Dream Girl

O, as marbles of her beautiful face,
And eyes, as intoxicating stream,
She leaves her beauty at every pace,
She is almost the girl of my dream.

The moon shames seeing her glamour,
When she laughs, flowers blossom,
As a nightingale of her murmur,
I feel pain-free of its out come.

Nothing is so sweet as her voice,
More than others she is holy and nice,
She is the moon has good manner to rejoice,
She is like venus and her styles entice.

She is an extraordinary I die for her,
love is full of girls but she is where?

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Comments (4)

I've asked this same question my friend. The answer still evades me! Nice poem!
it is surely written by a talented and pure mind, keep up the good work
Another well-written poem of yours :)
assalam-o-allaikum! ! i like the poem but such a girl is hard to find! ! !