Your wavelets lapping the lotus
Reminds me
Of his wavy curls,
And the ripples
His dancing feet-Yamune…………..

Rustle of boughs
Sweeping the shore,
His laughter low
Over the scented breath of breeze
  Makes me sense
His presence –Yamune………….
    
The lilting voice
Of cuckoo,
Through flutelet  pouring out
An array of colours
Blinding,inspiring,
Unfurling a vista of splendour-Yamune!

How my feet aches,
To dance with him once more,
As before…………
Can you help me find him –Yamune,
  You who was close to his heart?

“I am there in your heart Radhe”
Came the whisper-
Melodic,vibrant,fluty
“Ours is a spiritual bond
Surpassing carnal—sublime!
You can find me in all forms
Through nature
If but you tune yourself
To keep steps with me
Unto eternity………….
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Nuggehalli Pankaja.
KARNATAKA-BANGALORE
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