Brindaban, golden and divine Brindaban,
Krishna fluting
And with Radha swinging
Under the kadamba tree,
Where is it,
Where is it
Krishna's abode,
Where Radha,
Are they to debunk
The spiritual experience,
The mythical context,
The historical reference?
Turn you not Brindaban it not into old men homes,
The old left to their
Poor destitute,
Is Brindaban golden
And historical
And mythical
And mystical
To be lost
And missing,
To leave and abandon
The old there,
The middle men
Making their lives
Hellish
And begging on roads?
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