Radharani and The Gopis
His intoxicating music controlled the gopis with such force.
They danced and Radharani was feeling great rejoice.
Until Krishna left with no choice.
“No, my Dearest One! Your Lotus Feet is our only salvation.”
“Anything for our Lord, even if it means to end up in desperation!”
“Please come back Krishna, we will die from Your separation.”
The tears of Radharani became rivers of agony.
Meditations and prayers were pure veracity.
She sat on Govardhan hill in instability.
“Only You may know my suffering.”
“All I can do now is to sadly sing.”
“We will meet each other again someday and end celebrating.”
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