Shyam
They say You are but a figment of fantasy
That dazzle in Forms but a diademed-Dusk
Like grazing beasts beholden to Beauty's grace
Stunned believers by the electric blue
Sundar
Seeing moon as the one and sun as the other
Your Eyes in the collyrium sky
They say it is but a projection
But in our hearts we feel the Presence
Krishna
I hear the Flute and the answer of anklets
The One sound enchanting the other ones
You say it is only wind-rustle of the leaves
I must agree with you— for All is He
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