His tilted glance,
And swooning dance;
His long lasting fragrance,
And spellbinding embrace;
His melodious sweet music,
And smile so charismatic;
His tricksy deeds,
So alluring indeed;
His compassionate heart,
And certainly has no start;
His beauty and power,
And eyes like lotus flower;
His soft cloud-like hands,
And to spread his magic of love,
He doesn't need a wand;
O dear mind,
I'm incapable to write,
To explain His beauty.
Can't you see how I'm attracted to Him,
As if I'm a nectar seeking bee.
O dear mind,
Its certainly your choice-
To show me either hand full of rice,
Or the eternity of nectar.
But I'll certainly be faithful,
To thy Lord Keshava.
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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...