Deep in meditation I was swaying
On my white mountains of kailash
Chill winds found disappearing
With sweet melodies surfacing
Wondered the source is a Flute bamboo
From gardens of brindavan it flew
Through a celestial being of magical blue
A source of transcendental avenue
My heart sprung in to a love flower
My body's wet in a perfume shower
rained by winds of Brindavan lover
To witness the interlude, need of hour
I ran to the banks of Yamuna river
To dance with the blue man power
Yet faced a halt by Goddess River
As no man can enter the Leela fever
I turned a woman of perfection
To be a part of Krishna's seduction
To be a part of Krishna's abduction
To be a part of Krishna's temptation
To dance with him in the love garden
To dance with him as a maiden
To dance with him in a trance of blue
As a girl full of madness of magic blue
His musical notes injected my heart
Infecting every nerve drew love art
His Leela broke my rigor apart
His Raas made me a part of his heart.
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