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O Kanhaiya!
The mellifluous melody from your murli wafts into my chamber,
as I pen this earnest epistle to you.
My lips part into a slight smile,
ere an ennui engulfs my solitary soul.
O Navanitachora!
The whipped, morose makhan yearns for your touch,
and I, unabashed, seek to lose myself,
in its pristine white luscious layers,
like an eagle into the azure yonder.
O Radhavallabha!
You whispered we were the unique union,
unlike the lingam and the yoni.
For our love was bound by our steadfast soul,
discernible only to the devoted.
O Gopinatha!
My ashtasakhis ask me if you will return,
and I, for once, am tongue tied.
The purpose of your life holds you back,
as I wonder, what about mine?
Narayani V Manapadam
