Eyes
Oh how tears flow from eyes
My lovesick heart, with my lover,
Sways and sings
The cup of poison went in vain
Meera drank from it to show
Love is like Ganga's water, in it
Poison becomes Amrit-
the elixir of life.
Love is the flute of Krishna
Love is Radha's Krishna
A stream of seven notes
It gushes and flows forth
Eyes
Oh how tears flow from eyes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem Piyush. Very true said, cup of poison will look like a amrit. Beautifully way you have portrayed Meera.. Radhas love for Krishna. Loved reading it.