Where The Stream Meet My Love Poem by Sivashanmugam Shanmugam

A beautiful stream runs through the dense Western Ghats.
You are a woman endowed with grace,
your enchanting curves like a hidden valley of beauty.
The cool night begins softly
and ends with a gentle dawn—
just as we mingle together in quiet warmth.
Even a thousand days would not be enough
to praise your beauty,
and even the longest night
could never contain it.
I know your eyes wander toward me
night and day—
slowly, yet with a silent strength.
There is no limit to the time
when we may come close
and enjoy the simple wonders of this world.
Dear, now you are near to me.