Smiling Lady

Smiling Lady short poem

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She is smiling at me, like a blossoming Rose,
has set my desire for her to the skies
But I am unable to make out
whether she is in Love with me
She walked past me like a cool breeze
Her murmur set a sweet music to my ears
I know i have fallen into her love net
but feel so refreshing to be bonded in her love
She has dragged my mind unto her
My mind is now full of aspiration and dreams
I am trapped in the whirl wind of her love
but then why is she now distancing away
and disappearing far away without looking
back at me even once?
I just cant think ill of her
she is now embeded in my heart and soul
I can only think of her wellness and nothing else
Let not her fragrance fade
let not she be exposed to the burning sun
let she be always smiling
may she always be guarded in the shadow of happiness
May She remain happy for ever
let me take all the brunt
and for her sake i will
think that all that has happened to me
was a sweet dream
I pray for her happiness
May she live happily for ever
What else can a true Love like me wish her ?
I now realise how powerful real Love is

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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