Mornings arise to eagerly see the beauty of flowers,
That blossomed today, It is no secret,
That mornings are unaware, That flowers arise to see,
The beauty of the one, who is wearing them,
With exquisite exuberance, and delight unmeasurable.
That mornings are unaware, That flowers arise to see,
The beauty of the one, who is wearing them,
With exquisite exuberance, and delight unmeasurable.
Flowers are lucky ones, to be touched by you,
Not so easy, must have waited for millennia,
To be plucked by you, from the gardens of Heaven,
All eagerly waiting, to get near the fragrance,
Of divinity and beauty so serene and everlasting.
Even Aphrodites feel jealous of your beauty,
Feeling insecure, even to be seen near you,
With your vibrant looks, and lovely charm,
No wonder even heavens go berserk,
When you choose to put your little feet on it.
Love asked me what is the name of this heavenly beauty,
I said not so easy, penance for a thousand years,
In the gates of her house, to know the name,
That mesmerizes even the most beautifully crafted medleys,
Her name is Radha, the name on hearing,
Gives me pleasure, even Love can’t give for eternity.
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