W hen his flute makes music
I n the greens of Vrindavan
T hen gopis all dance in
H armony of its flow...
H ope comes alive in the
A roma of love, the
R hythymic beats of
E verlasting faith....
K ey of happiness
R ises in thier heart
I nking melodious music
S miling in their soul, a
H alo forms around
N umbing the pain
A s then only purity prevails....! !
~03/06/10~
Deepti Agarwal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/with-hare-krishna/
