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Shiqran Sharfuddin

Abstract Drama Classics


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Shiqran Sharfuddin

Abstract Drama Classics


Radhika's Quest!

Radhika's Quest!

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"Pleasant aroma, when filled the ambience of Madhuban,

Pixelated Radhika flaunted her finery on cool green lawn.

Under the sprinkles of dew-shower, with an alluring smile,

She stepped like a peacock that dances in the rainforest.

The chimes of her anklets, shooed all vexes on the exile,

And her gamesome red feet, invited Kanha still closest!


Some Gopis tried hard to flirt, some just smiled,

Some evinced the desires, rests perpetually seduced!

Gopis, playing behind Radhika, if seemed like twinkling star,

Then, Radhika's resplendent face gleamed like a full moon.

Looking the environs, few felt the gates of the heavens got ajar

Even, the breezes wore the anklets to get the ambience to attune.


Drops of dew from her misty eyes conveyed something,

Something which could be understood, only by her King!

Her fragrance reaching the heavens and her flirt like a flower,

Her timid gazelle-eyes bearing the impeccant poet's dream,

Got shattered into fragments by Kanha's merciless glower!

She felt as if the dark clouds coming 'tween the silver moonbeam!"


'Love isn't love which is shown or is proven' is Kanha's feel.

'It's neither for beauty nor property, but all it matters is zeal;

Love has its own phrases and its own language. And those unspoken words,

are communicated only between two hearts and those are watchwords!


True love is Sita's love which didn't dilute even during her King's exile

The actual definition of true love is still undefined; rest fables are wile!

When the flowers of love have bloomed in Kanha's soul and the heart,

Still, why the pearl of Mother Devaki's oyster is feeling we're apart?'



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