Listening to the music from his flute
all senses go numb and I go mute
The flowers, the birds and the bees
then, all dance around me
Poision turns to sweet nector
as you are my only mentor
Oh! My Krishna my saviour
you are my reservoir!
~14/10/08~
Deepti, I liked this poem. You could have written more or write one more poem on Krishna Kanhaiah.........nothing is enough..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmm turning out to be another meerabai