White bearded trees embrace each other
with their tough woody arms.
They whisper to me: We are lonely
without our Sai Krishna
dancing on this desolate earth
Sun pulls a golden comb through
the skies blue hair.
birds flying home sing a plaintive tune:
O we are so lonely pining for our
Sai Krishna to please play His cosmic flute
Honey bees kiss the petals of the
blushing garden flowers.
They weep and wring their hands
In acute despair:
We are so lonely yearning for
our Sai Krishna's Azure Lotus Feet
Sai Krishna Sai Krishna
Come clasp the earth to your bosom
once again
we can't bear this long wait!
Our eyes are hungry for Your
Darshan!
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