Dream girl

a poem by Chaitanya Pragada

I can never find a word to describe her,
I merely have anything to offer her.
There’s no one so composed in world history,
She turned out to be a great mystery.
She’s not a fairy; she’s not a goddess,
But she just leaves you thoughtless.
She always appears in my dreams,
Flows through my heart like lovely streams.
She never gives out her identity,
She’s very far from this community.
She’s someone special to deal with,
But, meeting her just seems to be a myth.
She’ll reach me someday or the other,
To create a lovely and romantic weather.