He gracefully picked up the flower,
And tucked it in my braid,
With as much grace and poise,
Showcases in His raas dance.
"Do you know the tale of the Parijata?"
He asks me, with a slight tone of amusement,
I know Keshav wants to express His love and sweep me off again,
And when He does, it's my duty and honor to be a part of His transcendental pastimes.
"The Parijata, turned into a tree,
For her love for a man.
She can't dance anymore, but she sways,
She can't speak, but she blooms,
She can't embrace, but she showers her flowers."
I look away in disbelief,
For how can a plant know about love,
They don't know, I assure my insecurities,
But Keshav keeps in my palm, a simple leaf,
And I open my hand to have a closer look.
All my disbeliefs shatter, my eyes awaken,
Tulsi, Vrinda, Pushpasara, Amrita,
Your name echoes through the Mathura forests,
Vrindavan, Braj is the heart of my Keshav,
Tulsi, who can know love better than you?
You're the beloved of my Kanha,
And your devotion is beloved to me.
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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...
