Mistake it not for a cabaret dance
With sex and lust in dancer’s glance,
It was at Lord Krishana’s stance
For routing Cupid’s lusty lance.
At the end of Ashwin* cool night
When the moon shone full bright,
Ecstatic melody from Flute flowed
Woods and valley with it glowed
Hearing it the Gopis’ faces gleamed
Eternal bliss in their being beamed,
They left their chorus and dough
Dress unaware towards the Flute go.
They left their hubbies and babes
Left their homes, relations webs,
They forgot all the social contracts
In madness ran to the Yamuna tract.
In divine trance forgetful of being
Dancing formed a circular ring,
Lord Krishana to their centre bring
Tied to the Nucleus with soul’s string.
Their overwhelming ego He discerned
And their mundane love He spurned,
Lord Krishana asked them, “Go back,
And in your household duties rap?”
Gopis’s souls were tethered to Him
Thinking of separation they were grim,
He felt they are possessively mean
So Krishana disappeared from the scene.
*Ashwin, is the seventh month of the lunisolar Hindu calendar and sixth month in the solar India’s national civil calendar, where it is the second month in Autumn. It overlaps September and October of the Gregorian calendar.
