Tuesday, 9 July 2013


LOVE In the garret of my heart I heard love chirping The intoxicant fragrance Of soil soaked in summer rain Makes me a maudlin of love Like the songs of a nightingale Wave in through breeze In moonlit shades of spring O Krishna, from your ambrosial flute, Incessant notes of love Ignites my humble soul.

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