Never has a day, a night, a monsoon seen,
Nandgaon, a village unseen, its heart serene.
The name of Shyam, a whispered chime,
Never tasted the lane of Kunj, lost to time.
A nose adorned, an earring's sway,
Lalita, intoxicated, lost in the day.
Kajal's touch, a crimson stain,
Vishakha blooms, a budding rain.
The cloud, a bride, in dance does twirl,
Anklets chime, her feet unfurl.
A holy river's kiss, a fallen plate,
From Ganges' flow, a love to sate.
Yamuna's cradle, left behind,
At the flute's call, the world unwound.
Radha swayed, her senses gone,
My peacock heart, to dance was drawn.
My soul's thief arrives, a blissful plight,
Intoxication blooms, in every light.
See Mohan come, to Madhuban's sweet call,
Let us dance, let us heed, one and all!
Behold the Ras, the dancer, Kanhaiya so dear,
Mohan's revelry, the milkmaids cheer.
What joy and fervor, the milkmaids know,
Behold the Ras, the dancer, Kanhaiya's glow!
Half Shyam's form, and Radha's grace,
Radha in Shyam, Shyam in her embrace.
No bounds for Radha, none for Shyam's art,
Bound only by a divided heart.
Behold Mohan's form, the sun in shade,
The maidens perplexed, their spirits swayed.
See Mohan comes, to Madhuban's green,
Behold the Ras, the dancer, Kanhaiya's keen!
The milkmaids' revelry, a fervent scene.
Sadness's clouds, across the land,
Radha's eyes met, with the Natawar's hand.
Mohan smiled, the heart's intent,
The many forms, his love's descent.
Eyes met eyes, the heart's intent,
A fire ignited, the body rent.
See Mohan comes, to Madhuban's green,
Behold the Ras, the dancer, Kanhaiya's keen!
The milkmaids' revelry, a fervent scene.
A fruit from the branch, in a moment set free,
As the river merges with the sea.
"I am you," you are not apart,
Hari dissolved the battle of heart.
In every atom, your power resides,
Vishnu's form, the world confides.
Whenever the dharma's nectar flows,
You take an avatar, everyone knows.
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