An ode to yamuna

Reflections of full moon

Gentle ripples of comfort 

Radha's yearning for Shyama 

Yamuna, a silent witness 

Yamuna, wasn't a silent witness 

She abated a storm 

Ripped herself apart 

To begin divine tapestry of Shyama 

Peacocks and parrots singing 

Deers and cows flocking in

Gopis mesmerised in unison 

Dusky Yamuna played in Vrindavan

Serpent who dared poison her 

She laughed at the mere leelas 

Remained pure and pristine

She was breeze of Krishna's flute 

Yamuna, arrived joyously from a peak

Born to the Sun and twin to the death

She was untamed and wild 

She knew she was divine destiny's child

To be Krishna's feet 

Backdrop of every leela 

Laughter and nurture of people 

Yamuna, a river of love 

I touch the gorgeous cold river 

And feel Krishna's gentle touch 

Isn't she so spiritually sweeter 

I bow and knew she is my teacher 

At the banks of Yamuna 

Flowing waves of devotion 

Leading to soul of Krishna 

Entering into a time unknown