Sitting under the sacred Asoka tree With my mind in solitude Hiding behind the tree smiling He comes out slowly With his hands covering my eyes Feeling his cuddling touch My gloomy lips blooms like a flower Turned to see that facetious one Standing with an unimpeachable smile! Oh! Am I dreaming? In front of me the sky blued Krishna With his full weight on left foot Playing the nine-eyed flute Filled with spiritual music of love!