I send letters to my Beloved,
The dear Krishna.
But He sends no message of reply,
Purposely preserving silence.
I sweep his path in readiness
And gaze and gaze
Till my eyes turn blood-shot.
I have no peace by night or day,
My heart is fit to break.
O my Master, You were my companion
In former births.
When will you come?
Excellently told, Mirabai loves Lord Krishna all her life long. Sweetly told and tenderly thought Congratulations being chosen as The CLASSIC Poem Of The Day.5 STARS TOP Score
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Love u my meetabai
APNA NAAM HAI ISLEYE