Faithful

His tilted glance,

And swooning dance;

His long lasting fragrance,

And spellbinding embrace;

His melodious sweet music,

And smile so charismatic;

His tricksy deeds,

So alluring indeed;

His compassionate heart,

And certainly has no start;

His beauty and power,

And eyes like lotus flower;

His soft cloud-like hands,

And to spread his magic of love,

He doesn't need a wand;

O dear mind,

I'm incapable to write,

To explain His beauty.

Can't you see how I'm attracted to Him,

As if I'm a nectar seeking bee.

O dear mind,

Its certainly your choice-

To show me either hand full of rice,

Or the eternity of nectar.

But I'll certainly be faithful,

To thy Lord Keshava.