Tuesday, 9 July 2013
LOVE
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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