While she was fast asleep,
A warm embrace
Woke her up.
A sudden glow in the pallid face
Slowly turns fulgent.
Krishna in my mind,
Is playing flute.
Removing veil
Exuberant Radha’s dance,
I see in nature’s joy.
It’s spring time again!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem