A Story Of Hope

I send letters to my beloved dear Krishna
but he send no message of reply,
purposely preserving silence.
I sweep his path in readiness
and gaze and gaze
till my eyes turn blood-shot.
I have no peace by night or day,
my heart is fit to break.
for you,I have lived these days
and I am surrounded by
countless memories.
the flames of love in my heart
have always been burning for you.
Oh my Giridhara, you were my companion
informer births,when will you come....?