Radha ‘s confession.
O my Lord,
With you is my soul,
You are my goal,
You are in my bosom,
I left my bosom in your kingdom.
I move like a corpse,
From one place to other,
measuring the time and the span,
counting my fingers and clasping your picture in my arms,
I seek your foot prints in my rhyme,
My pulse says I am thine.
You play holi with your admirers,
spray the water colors to your followers,
I adore your game,
Addicted to your musical frame,
Intoxicating is the spring wind,
Fascinating is spring when cuckoo sings,
Holi comes in season’s best,
I am devoted to you till I rest.
To be with you I crossed miles,
To be with you I ignored sarcastic lines,
You touched me with colors,
I am forever yours.