Neelapu Suresh

(Andhra Pradesh, India)

Beautiful Maiden


Due to whose arrival, the evening has been colored.

I am still thinking, who should I ask the name of the beautiful maiden.

Her complexion is gold; her beauty is silver.

Her eyes are beautiful pearls.

Her lips are like flower buds, her teeth are pearls.

And her hair is pure silk.

Like a beautiful melody, like a lotus.

She is pure aged wine.

I am still thinking, who should I ask the name of the beautiful maiden.

The queen of beauty, the queen of dreams.

Since, I have seen her, the number of my dreams has been increased.

I can accept every accusation for her.

I am still thinking, who should I ask the name of the beautiful maiden.

Submitted: Sunday, October 20, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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