Come Back, Krisna Poem by Bharati Nayak

Oh Lord! Since the day you left
This Brajabhumi has lost
Its sheen and colour, its joy and laughter
In every corner
Emptiness prevails
Wind has stood still
River has stopped its gurgle
The sweet strain of your flute
Can not be heard
THe happy voices of your friends have become silent
On their faces laughter has died
Each tree, each vine and each rock, miss their Lord
They miss your magic touch
Out of sorrow flowers droop their heads
Your pet cows look for their Lord
Akrura's chariot did not come back
Cruel Akrura plotted and stole our Lord.

The 'Kadamba tree' is waiting
The 'Tamala vine' is waiting
All the roads of 'Brajapuri ' waiting
All the boys and all the ladies of 'Gopapuri' waiting
Waiting eagerly your dear Radha
Oh Lord, do not turn a rock
Do not tear the fragile heart of your sweet beloved.

When will you come back, oh Lord?
When will again river Yamuna feel the touch of your lotus feet?
Only once you look back and spread your graceful glance
Where you spent your happy days
The air and earth carry your breath
Water in the river and water in the well
Reflect your thousand images
The clothes you once stole
Still conceal your lotus fragrance
Oh Lord, do not be cruel, do not be hard hearted
Do not forget whom you left, for who are left
Never forget their beloved Krisna, Oh Lord,
Be kind, be benevolent and come back.