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Flute and Moon
The dark boy
Loved the fair lady
Radha,
On the banks of Yamuna,
Encircling her
With his magic flute,
And the doe eyed Radha
Resting her head
On his lap,
Gave away all herself
To a divine cowboy
Knowing him to be
The cosmos,
From whence rises
Love as fear vanishes,
And the two in the
Moonlight,
With the waves of Yamuna
Washing their feet,
Open the gates of
Enchantment
Leading unto the morn,
Radha's heartache
Remains,
Yet she has to go
And see the day
On her way.


© jaya