As she stood picking
The most brilliant of flowers
In the garden of vrindavan!
Her thoughts drifted
Away from her
Far away….looking for him
She stood stupefied
Fingers not moving
Her body went tout
She was floating
In a cosmic world
Stars surrounded
Astral entities moved
Silently past her
There she saw
In the divine ambiance
His revered face
She trembled
At that place
Awoke
Her fingers now moving
Hurriedly…
It was getting late
From far it could be heard
The divine vibrations from his flute
Radha raced holding her heart
Her thought
Reaching Krishna’s feet…..
Before she herself laid there
Along with the flowers
Then the world she forgot!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
U have gone historical, nice poem. well done