Madhava, in those black abyss of yours,
harbouring the depth to devour all of my dismay,
those lips of yours as a dew melt over the,
with tip of my finger I glimmer your whisper,
to hear all those words I keep in my heart,
Finding a hole in my heart to sew it,
from where all the despair keeps seeping in,
and embrace all of me in shallowness of pschye,
so I sew of all of them wavering outside of my heart,
but soak all of the love in the inards for yours whisper,
And your words sway away all the woe with a tingew of yours over my heart
Happy Jnamstami 🩵wrote this after so long for Krishna, I hope Radhe Krishna bless you all