Echoes of the soul

Yearning for Vrindavan 🥹🤌🏻

In the silence of my restless soul,
I yearn, To roam the streets of Vrindavan, where Krishna roamed,
To feel the whispers of His presence in every corner,
To witness the colors of devotion painted on every face.
The ache in my heart grows deeper each passing day,
A yearning for a glimpse of that divine smile,
I close my eyes and imagine the sweet sound of His flute,
Echoing through the ancient trees and winding paths.
Oh, how I long to bow at His lotus feet,
And lose myself in the mystique of His eternal love,
Vrindavan calls to me, a beckoning whisper in the wind,
A promise of solace and serenity, a sanctuary for my weary soul.

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Na jaane kab aayega woh dinn..Bhagwaan jaane 🤧😭