Longing
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1 min readMar 20, 2016
A prequel to “Don’t I have the right to ask you where you’ve been?”
I hear your quiet footsteps behind me,
And hope blossoms in my heart.
Your calloused hands caress my slender waist,
They send shivers down my back.
Another day passes into a night.
O Krishna, when will you come?
My ears ache to hear the beautiful melody of your flute!
