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Mar 2018
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!
Prathipa Nair
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Prathipa Nair
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   Keith Wilson
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