May 1, 1972 | Dravida Dasa, Poetry, Volume-01 Number-47
Hare Krsna came into my ear, And out flew the purple night. With waves of beauty and the sound of His flute, He moved within my heart. His Name on my tongue, There was no way to ever forget Him, The only Love of the Maids of Vraja, The Holder of Govardhana. When the...
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