Oct 31, 2025
🌺 “Red Krishna Flower”
In the hush of dawn, beneath soft skies, A crimson whisper, divine, does rise. Red Krishna blooms with fervent grace, Like love aflame on nature’s face. Its petals bleed of longing deep, Of secrets even gods would keep. A tale of hearts that burn yet pray, Of love that gives itself away. The wind bows low, the bees stand still, As if they feel the silent will — Of Radha’s tears and Krishna’s hue, Twined forever, in red and blue. O fiery bloom, both wound and balm, You hold in you both storm and calm. You teach the soul what passion means — To love, to lose, yet stay serene.
