Rādha goes to meet Krishna in the trysting place
O Mādhava, how shall I tell you of my terror? I could not describe my coming here If I had a million tongues. When I left my room and saw the darkness I trembled: I…
O Mādhava, how shall I tell you of my terror? I could not describe my coming here If I had a million tongues. When I left my room and saw the darkness I trembled: I…
1. Now they languish under our bombs and consider us, not their fellow Vietnamese, the real enemy. They move sadly and apathetically as we herd them off the land of their fathers into concentration camps…