Leela

She danced liked the wind on a moonlit night ,
Where stars were shining , in his eyes so bright.
Hearts enchanted , limbs entwined,
Round and Round as her anklets chimed.

She danced for her Lord , his presence divine,
The dholkis thrummed with flute supine ,
A song of joy , love and Chance
Dance she did like a woman reborn.

The flutes went on and the night went on ,
and dance she did ,as she was torn
For her dear Lord was a princely God ,
And it borne upon him that this was odd.

They often claimed that Love was blind ,
Barriers it shunned and hearts did it bind.
Yet her swami , in his heart did mind ,
that a King like him with traits so fine ;
had married a cowherd , hardly worth a dime.

Absence made the memories fade ,
Years went past as her hope too failed
Yet on moonlit nights , she danced and swayed
Decked like a bride , should her Lord arrive.

On moonlit nights , she danced and cried,
For her man had left as his love had dried.
On moonlit nights , she danced and cried,
Her river of tears never did dry…..