Keeping all the sweetest memories in the heart,
Radha sits on a meadow in the Ambadi,
Iridescent peacock feathers soon start shining
With flute of all ragas in Vrindavan flowing;
Never can the bond between Radha and Krishna
Be defined completely as long as love exists;
But still the poets continue to define that!
(Composed with 12-syllable lines)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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