An enigmatic love poem, about the Gopikas, exclusively for Different Truths.

Who is in your mind, all day long
For whom do you your garland weave
For whom does your heart hum that song
What tales do you spin, to step out of home,
For your secret rendezvous, quietly leave?

Who are you, with an empty pitcher
Alone by the bank of the swirling river?
Who comes in a boat, oars beating time
Singing a song to your heartbeat’s chime?
Why do your senses, in anticipation quiver,
To the beat of the oars, ripple and shiver?

Let the pitcher get its fill
The hour of dusk, is quiet and still,
The walk back home, is a long long walk
With a full pitcher in the sway of the hip
And the rise and fall of the heaving hill.

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