My Dreamgirl, When Will You Come? I Used To Dream About Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The girl of the sweet dreams,
My dreamgirl, your dreamgirl,
Coming into the dreams,
Visiting us often,
Came she to me
And said in whispers,
How are you,
How are you, my love?

On seeing her by my side, sitting by
And talking to me
With love,
I got delighted,
My joy knew no bounds,
Dreamgirl, dreeamgirl,
My heart thanked God
In finding the beauty closer to.

Just like a fairy appeared she,
Golden and glistening,
Roseate and appleyish,
A girl never seen before,
Smiling beautifully,
Ravishingly beautiful,
Exquisitely beautiful
The girl of my dreams was.