another dawn breaking.
mists of sleep awakening,
she remembers her krishna
the cows she is milking,
the vessels are filling,
her thoughts are on krishna
the kitchen fires are burning,
the watched pot is boiling,
she thirsts for krishna
the ropes are swirling,
the milk is churning,
she longs for krishna.
the cowherd's flute is soothing,
but she is seething
its not krishna
her friends are all teasing,
laughing, name calling,
krishna krishna krishna
dusk approaching,
night soon coming,
where art thou krishna?
dawn to dusk
like a deer's musk,
silly radha, u seek krishna!
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