When I saw her first
I wondered
That she was the face
Of my morning dream
As happy as could be
Like a clear stream
Which is taking away
Whole of me down stream
I am helplessly
Floating like a dry leaf
But her flow of love
Made a clear sweep
Yet I was happy
To reach upto ocean of love
But now before me
She seems to be
Beyond my dream
Like a marble statue
With living eyes
I wanted to give
A very loud cry
To tell the whole world
My dream has come true
I just have to walk through
To reach upto her smell
But it was a dream
In the dream
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