My mind goes blank
Every time I think of
you
Who, why, what how
I will not ask you now
Millennia have passed
Since we were together
I remember You Krishna
As we played by river Yamuna
I remember seeking You
Playing raag Yaman
All night long as the full moon
Was reluctant to return
Yet when the day broke
Cattle were to go to graze
Bright orange Sunshine
Was spreading, with a golden sheen
And the silent waves, on the
Flowing river would want to deflect
Despite the raag raaginia reflecting
In their silky woven dark lace
And the cuckoos and parrots
Uncountable, raising a morning lore
As the beaks raise their pitch
And snakes hid their fangs
Lest you beat their hoods flat
And the small lady bird would
Give sweet smiles as it crawled away
The red velvet bug,
Many a winged friends,
Would learn to shine and go
From flower to flower…
Was it morning already?
O my! had to rush back
And collect hay and stack!
Little did we know we would
Spend eons in waiting
And years go past, with shredding
Of layers of lives as the aged trees
And their bright leaves shedding
Into many a new millennia
The cruel wheels of time
Never ever stopping
Taking with them the lives
Old and young and aged alike
As you keep playing with
Your tender dancing fingers
Over the flute
While the maiden gopis
Plucked on the lute
Winters or summers,
Mornings or nights
How would I count
In the infinite spin of time
Come to me Krishna
Play your songs innumerable
Once more so the light
Reaches everyone’s hearts
As the hearts are over flowing with joy
That only You would fill with Your glory!
Krishna, my sweet tender love
From eons, waiting under this blue sky
As I would forever be, trying to hold,
And keep inside my trembling heart!
Even though every now and then
You sprinkle my soul with
The heavenly rain of Your
Kindness and infinite love,
Allowing us to hold on to
Our dear lives that you let be!
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