Hold Her hand.

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O beloved Lord,
My mind is so stupid,
For it never sees Your beauty,
Your unlimited love for me,
My emergency hankering for You,
Heart's longing for You,
Words fail to describe,
How much I pine to be with You.

It just like to act like the jailer,
That likes to capture innocent souls,
Inside the bars made of bones and flesh
That changes every now and then.

O Sweetest Lord,
O Prince of my heart,
I beg to thy wondrous lotus feet
Again and again,
My heart only yearns for You,
For it, Your love is the highest gain,
But I'm under the shackles of mind,
Please bring me up again and again.

For I wish to please You and Srimati Radharani,
For its Her only presence,
That pleases You the most,
O sweetest Lord
Please offer me service
Under Her divine lotus feet,
Please let me help Her
So that She may offer,
Herself to You.
So that You may finally hold Her hand,
So that You may finally lift me up,
So You may finally hold her hand.

For only loving service unto Her,
Can capture my mind's senses,
For only when You hold Her hand,
Can cut down all the mind's fences,
For only when You accept Her hand,
Can relieve me from darkest misery.

For only loving service unto Her,Can capture my mind's senses,For only when You hold Her hand,Can cut down all the mind's fences,For only when You accept Her hand,Can relieve me from darkest misery

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