Govinda Govinda

I go nowhere to see God;
No hurdle comes in my journey,
I linger for no one.
I travel in a land of Govinda,
Where evil minds flee,
Like a ravished ghost in ruins.
I sit in a temple, in Vrindavan;
Getting divine prasadam,
From a holy vessel.

The bus I travel has full of devotees;
Carting a weightless mind,
The World has only void,
All sleep in a foreign land,
Where Krishna is my eternal pal,
In the dream of Lord, I pray in silence.
My eyes are burly,
Like the pages of a book the Gita,
I am a boundless metaphor,

I can die in a wink.
The last flags were lowered,
The penny spent
All our struggles,
Forgotten and annihilated,
In the season of wilting flowers and broken mirrors,
In the city alive with shadows and whispers,
I wait for none, only Keshav comes in my way.