Earnest became my search for her, just day after day.
"I'll see her again," i said in glee,
Who kept me wandering, was nomad in me.
She walks in beauty like silent night with skies,
All dark and night meet in her eyes.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Softly lightens over her face.
Where emotion, every thought divine grace,
How pure, How beutiful their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and in that eyes,
Thousand expressions dance and rise.
The smile that win, the youth that glow,
Serene, sweet with question over that brow.
A heart whose love is innocent without game,
An angel, a fairy...Khushi was her name.
I hope i could see her again - a chimerical dream,
That's burning desire, and an inexorable whim.
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