In The Banks Of Yamuna....Divine Dance Poem by ritty patnaik

oh dear heart! ,
the sound of flute
reverberates, as
the tilting music begins,
in the recess of my mind.

some familiar sounds,
of births before,
some familiar sights of,
days yore,

oh kanha!
bound by your love,
smitten by your gaze
charmed by your smile,
coloured by your colour,
were your gopis!

swaying and dancing,
intoxicated,
with the music
of the flute.

the tinkling of the anklets
sparked the hearts
flowers gave with joy
their fragrance,
night passed,
in a trance,
as they all danced.

in the banks of yamuna! !