LET THE
CLOUD MELT
A flaming
fire inside the heart
Burned a
heap of withered blooms
A host of woes that emerged out
Steamed
upon the roof of mind
Darkened
clouds bordered thick
To choke my
throat and chill my word
O my Lord,
O Krishna
,O my friend,
come so soon!
Let all
clouds melt and flow
Slowly in
your warming smile
And make
them lovely songs of love
To flow out
through my humble flute.
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