My heart is always open to receive
Your heavenly gracious presence, my Radha!
Reminiscence sometimes becomes
A non-healing wound
Delving into the inner layers of the past;
Hidden sorrows will then compose
An eternal and invisible feel for you, my Radha…
(An Acrostic Poem: First letter of each line spells out MY RADHA)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem