Thursday, September 30, 2010


In this world of pretence
give me not again a mask as my friend
when I surrender to your Flute
oh Lord of Vrindavan
as in my seashore I find a lot of sea shells
to take in hand and play
where I not wish to form a pyre
for my life on a hidden image
and my reflections I want to place
before a horizon of east
where I can light again a lamp
for your flute .......

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