Radha peeks around her chamber
restlessly, she jitters in a shawl of orhni fuchsia.
From window gazing radiance,
beyond mandala curtains,
half-moon light wavers brisk
as mountain wind
cool eager sways the lily of the valley
so love enthralls me in her ways,
all through summer nights of Bhadra.
Like calm, shy, elusive light,
a blissful gaze of the butterfly
she flutters, and startles my surrender
To sing, and speak innate with glee,
My young eternal consort of the Lord.
Eclipses shadows of Chaya
in the radiant light of Surya.
Here she walked, barefoot apace along the shore,
to bathe her milkmaids in the Sea.
Abreast upon Jamuna's braided stream,
lay our goddess of the water,
interlaces her far courses through Yamuna's River,
where I arrived to find myself engulfed upon her aura;
from the gild of golden love;
bloomed seed of purist joy;
and from her lotus emanates our baby of the whorl;
our arms curl ‘neath her cradle.
And childhood & womanhood
inseparable now seem.
As days of old bring moments new
embracing One, the same.
So sings the poet, ere the Cuckoo.
Lord of Life, what song will dance us
from our youth.
Wednesday, March 10, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: hindi