《Radha's Krishna》67. ||MUSIC||

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It's strange how

A mellifluous tune starts to play

Somewhere in the cosmos

Every time I look at your

Image.

Your lotus eyes closed

The lashes on them prancing like royal tigers

And the two hued eyelids

Forming the perfect two crescents

Perfection;

You define it.

The tune is haunting

It is the sweetest of all sweet tunes

King among melodies

And so the girl

Who never sang a verse

Starts humming to the far-off music

Dazed.

I associate you with flutes and dance, Krishna

How the flute saved our lives

From classic monotony

How on top of big snakes you danced

How you make me make the dance

In the dead of the night.

They saw it all

Being a shrewd democrat

Wielding the discus, being the perfect

Charioteer

To dear Arjun

Being the amicable stealer

Of pots of butter

Being the saviour of all ill that touched

Beloved Draupadi

How did people never notice

Your quintessence in music?

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