Whenever I see your color in clouds
in a land fully dry and calling aloud...
My heart becomes cheerful,
And tears come in joy,
I smiled at your lighting voice,
And chant at every soft thundering voice,
I feel your hands through the breeze,
And the nectar drops for the fruit in seeds,
I don’t know what I start remembering,
Whenever I see you coming, I start trembling,
You hold me with your soothing smell from soil,
And hug me with your pure wind from sky;
I feel enlighten from the light of your blissful sight,
You give me precious patience and peace in my mind;
This rain is just a blessing and mercy upon life,
O Krishna! I am your servant and you are my only guide….
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 1:53 PM UTC
Whenever I see your color in clouds
in a land fully dry and calling aloud...
My heart becomes cheerful,
And tears come in joy,
I smiled at your lighting voice,
And chant at every soft thundering voice,
I feel your hands through the breeze,
And the nectar drops for the fruit in seeds,
I don’t know what I start remembering,
Whenever I see you coming, I start trembling,
You hold me with your soothing smell from soil,
And hug me with your pure wind from sky;
I feel enlighten from the light of your blissful sight,
You give me precious patience and peace in my mind;
This rain is just a blessing and mercy upon life,
O Krishna! I am your servant and you are my only guide….
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