You came in white and also in western
To make a link and have a concern
To cease my thoughts
As it would have been
When for the first time
You landed in my dream
Whenever I used to go to sleep
I wish your thoughts would give a peep
But I wasn’t that lucky
To see your face
I desperately searched
But just couldn’t trace
All this happened since many days
And my wish had also turned into craze
And then for the first time
My Angel came
To brighten my dreams
And sweeten the same
The dream had one thing very distinct
That made me feel through my instinct
It was the orange skirt
In which I saw you
Which made me think twice
That I still know you
In that orange skirt
You were looking too good
I could only stay and stare
And wait as I should
I’m sorry to say
But I wanted to embrace
That outstanding beauty
Of that subtle face
I hold your hand and soon realized
That it was a dream that I analyzed
But whatever it was
It was simple and straight
That my Angel was in my dream
Which was really great
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