The showers of the night-rain
Simmer as they fall on his form.
He burns, famine-eyed, forlorn
O Radha it is you Krishna yearns.
His fevered heart hums your name
And agony-pearls adorn his cheeks.
No medicine remedies him
O Radha it is you Krishna yearns.
This entry was posted on Friday, June 19th, 2009 at 7:28 am and is filed under Love Poems of Radha and Krishna. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.