She's The Girl - Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
Where sways in the wind the eucalyptus
with chiming bells rolls the bullock cart
lies the hut of my dream sown in wild grass
lives the girl I have loved and given my heart!
She is the girl not been ever to a city
she isn't the girl can call clever and witty
a girl without a mirror she's the most pretty
and I have loved her and given all my heart!
Her skin is dark cloud her lips river's flow
her eyes are sky deep tinged with rainbow
she isn't the girl skilled in love's fine art
she is the girl I have loved and given my heart!
Her hair rusty black makes the winds insane
her smiles streaming brook no artist can paint
a girl without polish yet a beauty on the earth
and I have loved her and given all of my heart!
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