Padma stood in the lush green field A hanging basket off her supple hips Drooping, tending to the brinjal yield The mellifluous Gita govinda on her lips Absorbed in her song the Lord followed dazed The peeking branch stealing his golden sash His yellow silk torn in the prickly thorns grazed His crown spilt in the maze of the shrubs lash Yet He walked oblivious, transfixed in her spell A flowing verse of pristine devotion so deep There's weakness even to the divine as well Love that makes Him surrender and weep #smimano 'The catcher in the rye' Musings with The Obscure Obvious 💕 #yqbaba #devotion #music #relationship #spell
