When shall I serve sweet Sri Radha fair, Whose body glows like molten gold so rare? She smiles at me, so young, so bright, Her hair like a peacock in morning light. (1)…
When shall I serve sweet Sri Radha fair, Whose body glows like molten gold so rare? She smiles at me, so young, so bright, Her hair like a peacock in morning light. (1)…