Thinner Than A Crescent - Poem by Vidyapati Thakur
Her tears carved a river
And she broods on its bank,
Hurt and confused.
You ask her one thing,
She speaks of another.
Her friends believe
That joy may come again.
At times they banish hope
And cease to care.
I have run to call you.
Radha each day
Thinner than the crescent in the sky…
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