My Radha is on her way...


Find new tender leaves
On trees how tremble in her breeze...
Find cuckoo practising hard
Her favourite songs at my yard...
Find the scent of Radha mine...
Coming to envelop me...so sublime!

My Radha is on her way
Surely to refurbish my shrunken, crumpled day...
My yellow draped queen so chaste
Smelling so much of sandalwood paste...





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