Oh why she runs like that wild wind
by the Yamuna banks, across Madhuvan?
For so many nights she adorned herself
With blossoms, stars and sweet moonlight
And waited for him, alone in vain.
Did the Yamuna tell him
of her tears tonight?
Oh why she runs like that wild wind
by the Yamuna banks, across Madhuvan?
All flowers fall free off her tameless locks
And heavens no more match her doe steps
Where does she go, what calls her again?
When a distant flute weeps
an old tune tonight.
Oh why she runs like that wild wind
by the Yamuna banks, across Madhuvan?
Breaking her vows to see him no more
A million complaints swell up in those eyes
And more in her that waits to rain.
By the Yamuna banks
when they meet tonight.
© Arindam Dey
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