My Expressions

Nothing is really mine, except Krishna.
Oh my parents, I have searched the world
And found nothing worthy of love.
Hence I am a stranger amidst my kinfolk
And an exile from their company,
Since I seek the companionship of holy men;
There alone do I feel happy,
In the world, I only weep.
I planted the creeper of love
And silently watered it with my tears;
Now it has grown and overspread my dwelling.

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