Posted by Chitra Datta on October 28, 2009 at 11:47am
The Vrindavan MoodAs I stepped into VrindavanAll I could hear was Radhe RadheThe trees swayed and sang Radhe RadheThe rustling leaves whispered Radhe RadheThe milkman said Radhe RadheThe rickshaw puller cried out Radhe RadheThe Yamuna chimed Radhe RadheThe Ghats joined in to say Radhe RadheThe monkeys played pranks screeching Radhe RadheThe soft sands seemed to call out Radhe RadheThe luscious green grass smiled and said Radhe RadheThe market places echoed with Radhe RadheThe temple bells chimed Radhe RadheThe priests greeted one and all with Radhe RadheThe streets wound their way chanting Radhe RadheVarsana had nothing else to say but Radhe RadheRadha Kunda was full of people singing Radhe RadheShyam Kunda lovingly looked on and said Radhe RadheGovardhan was circumambulated with the sound bite Radhe RadheThe air was permeated with the sweet sounds of Radhe RadheThe birds chirped and sang Radhe RadheThe beautiful flowers grouped into garlands meditating Radhe RadheButterflies of all hues fluttered merrily murmuring Radhe RadheThe peacocks were happy dancing and cooing Radhe RadheThe cows called out Radhe RadheThe calves jumped to the tunes of Radhe RadheEvery house bore the symbol Radhe RadheThe Vrajavasis lives lay pivoted on Radhe RadheKirtans vibrated with Radhe RadheDevotees danced to the music of Radhe RadheSuch is the beauty and purifying aura of VrindavanAll unfolded by the mercy of ViswambharWatered by the Goswamis of VrindavanTo act as a beacon of light for a lost soul like me.At your service,Cintamani Sakhi Devi Dasi
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