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POV : What a regular day in Vrindavan looks like :) 

On the pastures of holy Vrindavan
stands the rain cloud beauty,
bent gracefully like a tree on three sides
playing His divine flute in the middle of it all..

His sweet flute claps thunder
in the boundless azure of all hearts,
drowning and screaming in joy,
in the ecstatic love of Krishna..

His reddish gentle soles
are like roses in the sea..
His precious stones and jewels
shine like thousand stars in the night sky..

A lost little friend with a tiny button nose,
white as clouds and soft as heavens
brushes his bud-like toes
with a thousand suns of divine reverence

Our dear Kanhaiya-
the indweller and the joy of braja,
sneaks his gentle toe away-
sunlight away from monsoon

Our little button nose friend
becomes even more lost,
her eyes a dark night sky,
pearls of starlight long gone..

Our Kishore of vraja
a tapestry of love and gentleness,
nudges his reddish toe forward,
his feet a confluence of grace and mercy

Our fuzzy wuzzy bunny,
forever his and always was,
snatches it like divine grace with form,
forever treasured in the folds of her heart

~ Your insignificant servant Apoorva