Within the lotus pink petals
of my tear soaked *****
He has hidden His splendor
Under a raincloud the color
of His peacock skin
camouflaged
He waits
Darling Giridhari
I have driven the tenacious, evil
bats of hatred, envy, anger and
greed from the tall steel towers, belfry
of my mind
Nectarine incense of prayer
and contemplation on You
burns day and night on the altar
of my penitent heart
Ceaselessly my breath does not
hesitate to chant Your divine name
From these eyes the Yamuna river
pours and floods its banks
while I wait for You to
dance with me
Every season is an endless Winter
without your warm Spring embrace
snow drifts pursue and threaten to bury
the tender shoots of love
Hurry Hari Krishna
pull this poison cupid's arrow
from Your devotee's
smitten heart
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 12:47 AM UTC
Within the lotus pink petals
of my tear soaked *****
He has hidden His splendor
Under a raincloud the color
of His peacock skin
camouflaged
He waits
Darling Giridhari
I have driven the tenacious, evil
bats of hatred, envy, anger and
greed from the tall steel towers, belfry
of my mind
Nectarine incense of prayer
and contemplation on You
burns day and night on the altar
of my penitent heart
Ceaselessly my breath does not
hesitate to chant Your divine name
From these eyes the Yamuna river
pours and floods its banks
while I wait for You to
dance with me
Every season is an endless Winter
without your warm Spring embrace
snow drifts pursue and threaten to bury
the tender shoots of love
Hurry Hari Krishna
pull this poison cupid's arrow
from Your devotee's
smitten heart
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