In the land where the Yamuna's waters gleam, Lies a love story, a divine dream. Radha and Krishna, in moonlit embrace, Two souls entwined in a sacred grace. She dances in the groves, with joy and delight, Her heart beats in rhythm with Krishna's flute's light. His eyes, like the stars, pierce through the night, Drawing her closer with their luminous might. He plays his melody, soft and sweet, Her heart finds solace, her soul's rhythm complete. In every note, a promise is spun, A love eternal, a bond never undone. The gopis sing praises of their pure connection, A love beyond worlds, a divine reflection. Through trials and time, their spirits entwine, In the tapestry of the cosmos, their hearts forever shine. Radha's longing is mirrored in Krishna's grace, A dance of devotion, time cannot erase. Their love, like the river, flows endlessly free, A sacred journey through eternity. ©twisha ray Radha Krishna eternal love #trnojo124 #RadhaKrishna #eternallove

Radha Krishna eternal love #trnojo124 #RadhaKrishna #eternallove #Poetry

In the land where the Yamuna's waters gleam,
Lies a love story, a divine dream.
Radha and Krishna, in moonlit embrace,
Two souls entwined in a sacred grace.
She dances in the groves, with joy and delight,
Her heart beats in rhythm with Krishna's flute's light.
His eyes, like the stars, pierce through the night,
Drawing her closer with their luminous might.
He plays his melody, soft and sweet,
Her heart finds solace, her soul's rhythm complete.
In every note, a promise is spun,
A love eternal, a bond never undone.
The gopis sing praises of their pure connection,
A love beyond worlds, a divine reflection.
Through trials and time, their spirits entwine,
In the tapestry of the cosmos, their hearts forever shine.
Radha's longing is mirrored in Krishna's grace,
A dance of devotion, time cannot erase.
Their love, like the river, flows endlessly free,
A sacred journey through eternity.

©twisha ray Radha Krishna eternal love
#trnojo124
#RadhaKrishna
#eternallove

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White Since the year two thousand, when I was just five, Till the end of time, as long as I'm alive, I'll watch with wonder, the torch in its flight, The Olympic games, a beacon of light. From Sydney's shores to Tokyo's stage, The legacy grows, age by age, Athletes compete, their dreams held tight, In the grand pursuit of glory's light. With every leap, and every stride, Their stories inspire, far and wide, Nations united, beneath one flame, Chasing the echoes of eternal fame. From dawn till dusk, from young to old, The Olympic spirit, forever bold, Through triumph and tears, joy and pain, I'll watch the games, again and again. As the years roll on, and seasons change, The torch will pass, the stage will range, But in my heart, the fire will stay, Burning bright, day by day. Since 2000, from the age of five, Till infinity, while I'm alive, I'll witness history, as it unfolds, The Olympic dreams, in stories told. ©twisha ray Eternal Flame: A Lifetime of Olympic Dreams #Paris_Olympics_2024 #trnojo57 #Sports

Eternal Flame: A Lifetime of Olympic Dreams #Paris_Olympics_2024 #trnojo57 #Sports #Poetry