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.
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