Friday, December 22, 2023

Krsna in the sky

(2862)  Tomari ashe base base, phul jhariya jay

Expecting You alone, waiting and waiting,
Flowers go on getting shed.
Colored buds had been swaying to and fro,
Hopeful their breast.

The summer finished, monsoon finished;
Fall, pre-winter, winter too finished.
Will the springtime vanish,
Withered by despondence?

For Your sake is this spring;
It's filled with new and tender leaves.
A rainbow plays the pipe of reed,
On firmament's blueness.

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