Let Go Of My Wrist! Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Let go of my wrist! Let go of my wrist!
Someone may notice; someone may report.
Our love is a bud; give time to unfurl.
Our love is a fruit; give time to mature.
Give time and space; eggs take time to hatch.
Let us grow in love, and touch hearts of either,
Before which my wrist need not be grasped.
You are my love and I am your Radha!
Don't be a Krishna to woo all gopis.
Let go of my wrist! Let go of my wrist!
30.06.2014
Gopis= a group of girls Lord Krishna wooed on the banks of The Yamuna river
Radha = Lord Krishna's girl friend