I send letters to my Beloved, The dear Krishna. But He sends no message of reply, Purposely preserving silence. I sweep his path in readiness And gaze and gaze Till my eyes turn blood-shot. I have no peace by night or day, My heart is fit to break. O my Master, You were my companion In former births. When will you come?SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
The script ran 0.001 seconds.