Oh My Radha Poem by Prem Nizar Hameed

Our Vrindavan is still a beautiful garden
Humming the mellifluous tune of campus love.

Many years, irrespective of the seasons, it
Yearned your and my presence together, but in vain!

Recently our gurukul celebrated its
Anniversary with almost all its students;
Dear, I expected you there in that uniform,
Hiding in your palm with a piece of gooseberry;
As usual we both were missing this time, too!

(An Acrostic poem composed with 12-syllable lines: First letter of each line spells out OH MY RADHA)