Nahi chahiye sobhagay aisa,
Jisme rukmini Krishna ki patrani ban gayi.

Nahi karna tap mujhe,
Jaise Parvati shiv ki ardhangini ban gayi.

Aur nahi bana aise ,
Raam ki sita Jo apne,
Pavitrata ke liye ,
Aag me jalke ,
Mitti se Pani ban gayi.

Likh apne pyaar ki adhuri si kahani ,
Jaise ek priye ban gayi apne saaware ki diwani ,
Ha ,
Mujhe bhi bana h vo Radha
Jo apne pyaar Mei,
Radha se Krishna ki
RADHA RANI
Ban gayi!

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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