I was having
everything material that one desires from life,
But there still was a
patch of sorrow, of not having a bosom,
Whom I would share honestly,
frankly and fearlessly my soul,
And who being my own
would care my concerns, emotions.
Kanha, my savior heard
me, wished to give a smile on my lips,
Called on you, an
angel from the world of unknown faces,
Delivered the truth
of my misery and ordered to remove them,
Created the great
feelings called love in your heart for me.
Like a mountain
spring, bursting with your flow abundant,
My days got thrilled,
with the flow of your adoration,
Happiness flashed through
every follicle of my spirit
Certainly, I had
heard about the heaven and its angels,
I sway they cannot be
more attractive, captivating than you.
The pleasure,
containment, peace and serenity reigning there,
Cannot be more mounting
and shining than what you part with me.
Oh, my goddess of
love I owe you.
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