Can I be a blade of grass
To softly Krishna's feet caress
He breaks into a mild rapture
With a sweet tickle here and there
Can I be a dewdrop mounted there
And flow 'tween his toes like a river
Dissolving the sticky earth stubborn
His nails now shine like all light won
Can I be that morning breeze
Wrap him in elusive embrace
Hand him soft body blows
Seek million joys in his pores
Can I then enter his breath ecstatic
And be a part of worlds vedic
Can I be a windy whistle note
Dance on his lips in joyful float
Can I mix with the juices there
And make my final silent surrender
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem