My Sweet Beloved Poem by Prodip Basak

My Sweet Beloved

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I dreamt a sweet dream,
Standing in the middle of the flowers,
I enjoyed their beauty and the showers.
It was the end of the midnight,
And alone I was under the moonlight.
I expected nothing without one
At last she came with heavenly bright
And she was my sweet beloved

Thursday, July 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Prodip Basak

Prodip Basak

Sirajganj, Bangladesh
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