Monday, December 26, 2011

Longing for my love




Poet Surdas says: My eyes are thirsty for a glimpse of Krishna. I want a glimpse of my lotus-eyed lord . I don't see him, and that makes me sad and restless everyday.
Krishna, who wears a saffron tilak, and a pearl necklace; Krishna who belongs to Vrindavan. After stealing my heart he has left me like a worthless blade of grass.
No one knows the pain I go through on account of separation from Krishna. People make fun of me, not knowing my pain. Krishna, without seeing you, I cannot rest.

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