I went to Shyam barefooted
no penny in my pocket
No gift to offer
Haven't combed my hair
Rushed to the tunes of his flute as i am ...
I went to him as an arrow escapes from the bow
I run to him without thinking
whether he will be pleased to see me
I just went like a mad deer in a frenzi
and Ghanashyam hid himself under the tamal vines....
I went to Shyam barefooted
No gift to offer
Just to have a glimpse of him....
and to offer my life in his divine feet!
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