we dwell on Thy hymns, songs.
Thee impairs all our wrongs.
Our brood rests safe.
Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma.
Welfare unto all
Rab Rakha
Thy flute whispers A Janmashtami-inspired reflection on Krishna, where monsoon whispers, seeking souls, divine love, and the gentle music o...
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