KRISHNA
Krishna!
piper of my soul,
this is no dream,
ask my heart, where you lurk,
the woods are green.
And I have danced!
What of youth,
and life
and being
I am your very breath,
O giver,
blow me softly now,
to you , I am consigned.
( Poetry from the book NAAM ROOP- A Tribute to the Divine This pic artistKishore Roy)
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