Dat LADKI

As fresh as the morning dew

She is special like a very few

There she comes like sunshine

Withers past me with a whine

There I glanced at her smile

Eyes beguiled until a mile

I could feel her in my dream

Like a doll made of cream

She ran out of sight into the den

I chased her into the deep Ben

Her attire in dark are glinted

My heart is getting tainted

I essayed for her in the dark

Until I found that one mark

A glowing ring moving in the air

Bit Faster I might touch her hair

Just to that one single touch

I kept on running until I flush

Somebody shouted to this as such

I woke with a smirking blush