As He brings His flute to His lips,⠀
They curve into a beautiful smile,⠀
And the trees sway to match the same curve,⠀
The sharpness of the melody,⠀
Enchanting and divine.⠀
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A small bumble bee flies,⠀
And sits on the flower resting atop His hair,⠀
I try to chase it away,⠀
But Keshav holds my hand and stops me.⠀
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I suddenly snap out of my utopia,⠀
As I realise that the melody has ceased,⠀
I look at Him, and my eyes meet His,⠀
He reads the startled expression on my face.⠀
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"Shree, it's a bee, I know,⠀
But it's a simple gesture to come closer,⠀
And although none is as close to me as you,⠀
It's my own creation, and not different from you."⠀
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He lifts His flute once again to His lips,⠀
And starts playing it again,⠀
Leeladhar, again, engaging in His own plays,⠀
And the bee, swiftly flies away,⠀
And sits on the rose garland around my neck.⠀
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Letters Of Love - Divine Devotion
Spiritual"All of these skies and earths, the winds and breeze are witness to My Love. They shall carry My message to My Lord for I eagerly wait for Him to come to Me." How beautiful is this world where we can see a reflection of the Divine everywhere around...
