Let go of my wrist!

Let go of my wrist! Let go of my wrist!

Someone may notice; someone may report.

Our love is a bud; give time to unfurl.

Our love is a fruit; give time to mature.

Give time and space; eggs take time to hatch.

Let us grow in love, and touch hearts of either,

Before which my wrist need not be grasped.

You are my love and I am your Radha!

Don’t be a Krishna to woo all gopis.

Let go of my wrist! Let go of my wrist!

30.06.2014