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37- All that I wanted

Sometimes all I want is,

To curl up in the lap,

Of the yellow robed God,

And never get up.

Sometimes all I want is,

To hug eternally that bearer-

Of Dakshinavarta Panchajanya,

And never leave Him.

Sometimes all I want is,

To Dance Raas and look into those eyes,

Of the Lotus eyes Lord,

Never once stopping or breaking.

All that I ever wanted was to

Hold those red dyed hands

And show Him my world.

And my dreams and fantasies.

All I ever wanted to hear

Was my name on those lips.

All I ever wanted to speak

Was His name on mine.

And All that I ever wanted

Was, in short, Him.

Nothing less.

Nothing more.