Hues of sunup are beautiful and light
You blow your flute; they find peace and recline..
They see you in heart with closed psyche & eyes
On the earth of their heart, you dance play and smile…
Yellow attire, lotus in hand, the scene is fragile
with darshan of this leela they get withdrawn of their lives
you come out of yamuna and move on for a joy ride
as the music discontinues…they open their eyes
Realizing you are gone… out of sadness they cry
Helpless of what happened they have to wait for a long while
In the evening they have, their share of delight
Coz then...
With cows…….Kanha returns…
Cherry Sha
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