Ishtadev Niwas Blog
Musings of a Yogi, Mother, Wife & Homestead Farmer.
Monday, 22 September 2014
i remember you
honey drips down my throat
cold water balms my forehead
salty tears roll down my face
as i remember you
Hare Krishna comes from my lips
Hare Rama rolls off my tongue
skin melts
eyes close
now, i remember you
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