The rainy season is abroad
And the skirt of my dress is wet.
You have gone off to distant lands,
And my heart finds it unbearable.
I keep sending letters to my Beloved
Asking when He will return.
Mira's Lord is the courtly Giridhara:
O Krishna, O Brother of Balram,
Grant me thy sight.
The Rainy Season
Mirabai
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Poem topics: brother, heart, grant, return, Season, skirt, dress, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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