A crowd full of cries,
Rising colours on the skies.
I remained rooted and silent
Missing you.
Through a sea of happy faces,
Rising waves of gulal at these places
A girl waited behind corridors
Calling you.
Muttering your name like a prayer.
As she rocked to-&-fro on the chair,
Zipping herself from the world
Waiting for you.
Under a mohua faraway from vrindavan
Muttering his name like a prayer
Dreamt another Radha of her Kanha.
As he will arrive any hour today
Remain waiting till then, o gopis,
he will put the first gulaal on blushed cheeks today.