The first gulaal

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.