A dreams where moonlight softly spills,
I see her face; my heart it fills.
A maiden brave, with fire in eyes,
Bound in a cage of regal lies.

Her saree blue, with golden thread,
A noble heart that’s left unsaid.
Behind the walls, she learns the game,
Yet knows her worth, her strength the same.

"Oh king," I cry, "release your hold,
She’s more than jewels, more than gold.
A warrior’s heart within her beats,
With courage fierce, no thought retreats."

The sword she wields with grace and might,
A beacon in the darkest night.
Why cage the bird that longs to soar,
When freedom makes her spirit roar?

In dreams, I chase her shadow still,
Through realms where time and heart stand still.
Last night, another vision came,
Another girl, yet just the same.

Two dreams, two hearts, both intertwined,
Each holds a piece, a love defined.
But who is she, my dream, my muse?
In waking life, whom shall I choose?

In every dream, her face I see,
A puzzle wrapped in mystery.
Dream girl, with fire bright and true,
My heart belongs to only you.
© Yogen