#vraja
Here, boughs and stalks will wait,
eyes laden moist in longing,
every overcast eve,
mourning your absence;
Here, the winds will
go still and rapture-swell
at the song of your flute,
Here I will stay, clutching the lotus
memories of our love to my heart:
Overcome
in longing here
Jumna stalls, when wonder
nights of raas unfold in the mists
of time.
I am but a maiden of these Vraja fields,
go, friend, kingdom and world await you.
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 7:02 AM UTC