In a dream she came:
I still have her picture in my heart's frame.
There was a romantic browed:
She was standing on the cloud
With a rose near the edge of the moon.
Then I dressed the boon;
Sitting on a white gee.
She was smiling at me.
I saw the juice of love in her gaze.
What a glittering face!
The anklet on both legs started ringing;
In the wind of emotion, my mind is swinging.
Red saree, red lips, and red flowers in her hand.
I got a new feeling In an unknown land.
I looked at her like the moon;
Feeling pretty good as a boon.
(Abridged)
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