Slowly, gently let’s dive
into the world,
The secret romantic world
of Radha and Krishna.
Yellow garments covering
Krishna’s body of blue,
Radha’s countenance
blushing like the timid silver moon,
With the luring notes of
Krishna’s magical flute.
Krishna, who steals from
his sanguine eyes,
The precious love deep
rooted in the heart inside.
When he stole a glance at
Radha’s hazel eyes,
Desire and Love melted to
one in two hearts,
And two souls entwined
together to form a name ”Radha-Krishna”.
No one near but the white
moon above,
In whose milky beams,
Love bathes with the doves,
Witnesses the romantic
melody of the tranquil night,
That dances out of
Krishna’s flute, graceful and divine,
And on the tune of which
Radha droops her eyes meekly.
On the leafy grass,
Krishna on Radha’s lap,
In the dark infinite,
stars on cloud’s arm,
No eyes have got the boon
to get such blissful sight,
Only jingling of Radha’s
anklets and notes from Krishna’s flute,
Can feel this spiritual
romance of Radha and Madhava.
Krishna’s tempting eyes
doing the trick,
Calling Radha’s tempted
lips to give a kiss,
And like a desert nomad’s
thirsty throat in an oasis,
Krishna’s lips keep on
drinking the winy kiss from Radha’s lips,
Which drowns his heart in
the flooding river of kiss.
This secret world of
spiritual love and divine romance,
The sweet of whose nectar
soothes the moon and the stars,
What wondrous beauty is
hidden in its bosom ?
Where Radha and Madhava ,
in different conjoining postures,
Come
together to fulfill every lustful desire…
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