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Radhe-Radhe...
Radhe-Radhe...
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His sparkling eyes,
his blue ocean skin colour,
Radha sees it all.
The flowers in his garland,
That smell like heaven,
Radha smells it all.
The soft shoulder on which Radha rests,
Radha feels it all.
The subtle peacock feather in his head that sways by the wind,
Radha sees it all.
The incomparable beauty if her blue eyes,
Krishna sees it all.
The exquisite flowers jewelled in her smooth black hair,
Krishna sees it all.
Her body which smells like a forest of lotuses,
Krishna smells it all.
Those silky hair which tickle Krishna’s shoulder,
Krishna feels it all.
Both sitting on the swing,
swaying in the heavenly wind,
wrapped in each other’s fragrance,
who does not see this all!
