Met a girl whose name is love

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I met a girl whose name is “love”

She is fair in complexion

Prettier than an angel,

Softer than the petal

Her lips are rosy red and hairs like a dark rain bearing cloud.

She is full of mysteries, which I cannot decipher.

Her gleaming eyes are deeper then the wild ocean,

She is free bird in an open sky continuously on motion.

When she speak flowers blossom, when she walks birds chirp,

The night I hold her soft hands

Lotuses emerge from the murky ponds

Moon appear from the sky

Seeing her immense beauty, they all were shy.

Whenever I meet her, time stops

I love the silence and the way she talks.

I think I know her since ages,

But, When I count on fingers its days not the decades.
Right now, this moment

She was standing right beside me, but now she is gone

I am baffled and my thought is amazed.

A girl whose name is love.

She is lost, lost, and is lost

I hope one day she will meet me again,

I will wait for that day until my last breath

Through the clamor, one melodious voice will be only for me,

I have faith she will come and say something to me.

I have faith she will come and say something to me.