In the gardens of Vrindavan,
The red roses symbolizing the adorable cowherd,
Surrounded by the mesmerizing Gopikas in pinks and whites,
Singing, dancing, playing and shining bright,
Chiding and hiding, expressing and pronouncing,
The eternal love for their beloved Lord,
Aspiring and anticipating to receive His reward !!
A figment of my imagination for the pictures sent by my aunt, which act as a daily prompt for me. Hope you enjoy the flower series !
DeepikasRamblings 
Beautiful 🙂
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Awesome pictures of flowers, Deepika and such beautiful words for the Lord. Simple and pure poem.
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Red like the soles of His Feet
Red like His glorious lips
Red like the source of love
That brims from His heart
To all creation
We slide slowly next to Him
With the tenderness of pink
And purity of white
He opens His arms
We live in Hise embrace
Little pink and white Gopis
His forever and ever…and then some more
Vrindavan Biharilal Ji ki Jai!
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That’s divinely beautiful 🙏
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