‘Come Kanha
Let me decorate you'
When you say
In my blue veins and so
In every arteries and tendrons
Whatever unknown in high speed
Runs down
You know not
I also never told you.
When you decorate me
As a girl
By decorating
My eyes, head, hairs
With colour, flowers
And you kiss me on my forehead
I blush
Like a maiden
unknowingly.
I utter ‘Radha'
Would have befitted
To my mischievous designs
You say so many times
But I understand
That if I were a Gopi (girl friend)
I would have the access
To be with you day and night
With my this body
And inside you so often.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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