Thinner Than A Crescent Poem by Vidyapati Thakur

Thinner Than A Crescent



Her tears carved a river
And she broods on its bank,
Hurt and confused.
You ask her one thing,
She speaks of another.
Her friends believe
That joy may come again.
At times they banish hope
And cease to care.

O Madhava,
I have run to call you.
Radha each day
Grows thinner
Thinner than the crescent in the sky…

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Vidyapati Thakur

Vidyapati Thakur

Bishphi / Bihar, India
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