Bridhavan Night

at the edge of a city

where some stray cattle roam

the darkness for a lover’s sleep

where longing succumbs

to the playful strains

of an invisible flute

Brindhavan Night

in the pale light of a lantern

where dreams become the profiles

of some stray cattle, roaming

the darkness for a lover’s sleep

where an invisible flautist

lips his breath along a melody

that no one else will hear

Brindhavan Night

when the stars drip butter

into the shade of trees

to sweeten a lover’s sleep

when the moon laughs a little

tickled by the playful strains

of an invisible flute

Brindhavan Night