Lekhny Story -16-Jun-2024

In the gardens of Vrindavan, where the peacocks dance and play, There blooms a beauty unmatched, in a gentle, graceful sway. Her eyes, like deep blue oceans, where the stars find their reflection, Her smile, a ray of morning sun, casting warmth and pure affection.

Her laughter, a melody, sweet as the flute's enchanting song, In her presence, hearts find solace, where they truly belong. Her steps, a dance of petals, soft and delicate on the ground, With every move, the world is hushed, in reverence to the sound.

Her grace, a flowing river, pure and serene in its course, A symbol of divine love, in its purest, strongest force. Her essence, a gentle whisper, in the winds that softly blow, A reminder of a love eternal, in its endless, tender flow.

Radha, the queen of beauty, in her every glance, a tale, Of love that conquers all, a love that will never fail. In the heart of every seeker, in the soul of every song, Her beauty, a timeless echo, where the hearts of lovers belong.