I’ve been loitering in this dubious realm
for you since ages, Krishna
This lactating heart of mine yearns for you;
Adorning the anklets, won’t you come running
into my arms?
The tinkling anklets and your giggles, brightens my little world
I feel a strong urge to dance among the dusky clouds
But today, as we dance on the clouds
The rains do not drench us
Depriving us from each other’s love
Why do you suffocate me, your father, thus?
Is having no womb such a sin?
Ishaan, my Krishna, how do I narrate
My love for you?
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