Radha, a young cowherd girl,
Her eyes brimming with tears,
Waited all through the long years
For Krishna’s return to Vrindavan.

The banks of the Yamuna were her home,
Where she wished everyday to roam,
For the glimpse of her divine lord’s face,
Her longing knew no time or space.

The birds, beasts and trees sang a tune,
Of love and divine longing,
The Gopis knew and all could feel,
Her divine love for him was real.

So she kept a flame burning in her heart,
Alone, and yet she was never apart,
Waiting for her lord’s return to her,
There to be with him, forever more.

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