My heart is that of Radha's
Longing to reunite with my Beloved.
My soul that of His,
One and the same, he and I.
There they sit together
Witnessing song, dance, and frolick
Colours that smear the same
On every skin,
Rich, poor, class and caste alike.
The red of love, the orange of sacrifice
The yellow of spring, green of everlasting promises.
And here I am, dancing in a frenzy
Singing the praises of the Lord
Who made you and I?
Would He not grant me a final wish,
And reveal Himself to me
As the drums play along?
~ Suranya
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