The dark cowherd plays the bamboo flute-
Dreamy eyed- a figure so Divine and yet soo cute,
Setting the village maidens into an intoxicated dance
Why even the birds and animals were lost in a trance!
So docile and yet commanding was this hero's aura
So gentle was the master- the usher of the Future era
Basking in the sunlight, he too joined then the arena
Joy Incarnate he is -our God, our love, our Krishna!
Dreamy eyed- a figure so Divine and yet soo cute,
Setting the village maidens into an intoxicated dance
Why even the birds and animals were lost in a trance!
So docile and yet commanding was this hero's aura
So gentle was the master- the usher of the Future era
Basking in the sunlight, he too joined then the arena
Joy Incarnate he is -our God, our love, our Krishna!
He stood out in the crowd- the apple of every eye
Like the beautiful full moon adorning the night sky
But On his handsome face was a smudge of concern
Scaning the crowd he searched for only one person.
The one whose anklets resonated his every tune
The one- whose company made time drift too soon
The one whose every breath chanted "Krishna"
Pure Love incarnate - she was His Radha!
Like the beautiful full moon adorning the night sky
But On his handsome face was a smudge of concern
Scaning the crowd he searched for only one person.
The one whose anklets resonated his every tune
The one- whose company made time drift too soon
The one whose every breath chanted "Krishna"
Pure Love incarnate - she was His Radha!
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