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Winter Lotus

Intoxicated by Krishna’s bewitching form,
     I have renounced all propriety and
          wander the forest shamelessly.

He strikes from the corner of His wide,
     lovely, Lordly eyes
          with that crooked,
               sidelong glance.

     O, friend!
Is there anyone capable of restraining herself
     after seeing His smiling face,
          brimming full of love?

I am like a winter lotus —
     struck, bent, and broken
          by an elephant.

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