The sun advanced in the east,
Yashodha was ready with her feast,
His pals were ready to play,
But he was still interested to lay,
She asked him to wake,
As the food was baked,
Moon surged in the morning,
To lift the people from mourning,
The union of beauty in nature,
Has found a better place to feature,
The epitome of beauty was the creature,
The birds were chirping,
Cattle were grazing,
People were gazing,
Yamuna was flowing,
Radha-Mukund were arriving.
People gathered,
Nature surrendered,
Harvest bowed,
Bamboos inflated,
And his flute was attained.
They were abstracted,
Their souls agitated,
Their thoughts alloyed,
Their eyes mewled,
Their Lips purled,
One ill day,
She departed,
He flubbed,
The flute fumbled,
The orphan soul drowned,
As he was the soul,
And she was the love of his soul.

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Brings you the legacy of the Radha-Krishna had for each other.