पिया के संग। 2 Poem by ramesh rai

तुम मेरे हो प्रीतम प्यारे
तुम मेरे भव नागर हो
कैसे जीऊं मैं तुमको छोड़
तुम मेरे भव सागर हो।

आज बिरज में बनी बावरी
ढूंढू श्याम चहुं ओर
बतलाओ कहां है मोहन मुरारी
कहां बसत वो पीतांबर धारी।

जो मैं बनूं पुष्प की दलिया
इतराऊँ देख श्याम तेरी दो अखियाँ
जो मैं बन जाऊं श्याम तेरी बंसुरिया
चिपकी रहूं श्याम तेरी होठों से
और बजू दिन रैन बीसरिया ।

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You are mine, O beloved,
You are the pilot who steers me across the ocean of existence;
How can I live without You?
You are the very ocean of life itself.

Today, in Braj, I have become like one possessed,
Searching for Shyam in every direction;
Tell me, where is Mohan Murari?
Where does that wearer of the yellow robe reside?

If I were to become a basket of flowers,
I would preen with pride gazing into Your eyes, O Shyam;
If I were to become Your flute, O Shyam,
I would cling to Your lips,
And play day and night, forgetting all else.

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