She approached her bathing lake,
Entering deep into the water,
With a sad expression on Her face,
With tears in Her eyes,
With Her throat and chest burning so bright.
Constantly She searched for a familiar face,
A familiar tune of flute,
Her heart yearned for Him once again,
But no where She could find Him in this grove.
Suddenly, She saw Him in Her reflection,
Her heart leaped up with excitement,
She reached out to him,
Only to touch ripples on the surface
What She thought was His descend,
Was merely His reflection,
Where He had a mild smile on His face.
Suffering from extreme pain in Her chest,
She silently whispered to that image,
"Oh Kanha, I know You're here,
"So why don't You come?
"Why don't You soothe My heart,
"Before it tears apart?"
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Lālasāmayī
Poetry"Lālasāmayī - desiring some perfectional stage. This desiring some perfectional stage in spiritual life is not sense gratification. When one realizes something of his/her constitutional relationship with God, he/she understands his/her original posi...
