his skin as dark as rain clouds
his vast eyes that resemble lotus petals
his hair like the waves of ocean under the moonlight
his smile that can melt huge mountains of snow
his waist that seems to carved out of marble
his divine feet like those of a freshly bloomed lotus
his ornaments which hug his form so adorably
A flower garland which embraces his neck and reaches down till his knees
All so divine and pure that my two eyes are not simply enough to cherish it all
Mesmerising everyone, he pours his transcendental breath into his hollow flute while herding the cows in the streets of Vrindavan
I take shelter in his divine lotus feet and reminisce his glorious pastimes
there is no end to his great opulences, for he is limitless.
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