when the soul scuffling
and feeling to be loved,
when the thoughts are fallen too low,
and forgotten to allow the songs of Vrindavan mellow.
when the spiritual progress,
is stagnant and slow.
far away from the Satsang,
trying to grow and glow.
real ecstasy from the heart it can't blow,
mind wandering around the galore feelings
of grating thoughts,
reminding me of the conscious moments of my vows
Krishna is testing my ishta,
he knew that I'm losing nishta
I'm in the situation of sanklishta..!
oh Govinda, Sri Mukunda
when can I get the feeling of
Nitya---- ananda forever..! !
I have fallen again into the Mayas plain,
do you know, Prabhu..?
lack of association is a real pain.
lack of association is the real pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem