A flaming
fire inside the heart
Burned a
heap of withered blooms
A host of woes that emerged out
Steamed
upon the roof of mind
Darkened
clouds bordered thick
To choke my
throat and chill my word
O my Lord,
O Krishna
O my friend,
come so soon!
Let all
clouds melt and flow
Slowly in
your warming smile
And make
them lovely songs of love
To flow out
through my humble flute.
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