Beauty short poem

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Who is that enchanting beauty appearing often in my dreams ?
who is that fairy tale lady getting embedded in my heart ?

Look at the sky which is bending down in appreciation of her
Oh my Love ! Come out of my dreams and mingle with me in Real

At every stage of my life
I keep singing in praise of you

Never question me how long could
I sing in appreciation of you

I continue to sing in praise of you
well beyond my very existence

I could see beautiful flowers decked in all directions
I could see the doors of heaven opening up for us

Ever since that beauty fell in love with me
I could see every one staring at me in eve

Physical body of mine will die one day
But my soul would never

Love is like Lightening and the
brightness of it would never fade

Beauty of my dream Girl is like shining moon
The milky face of her remains as cool as moon

How I wish I never wake up from bed
How I wish i sleep deep in dreams
How I wish I could never come out of my dreams

Yes I know for sure such a beauty can never ever exist out of dreams

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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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