I count each strand of my hair
To account to krishna
Of my love and care.
He tugs at my braid
But stares mesmerised
At another’s gait.
My hair locks in dreads
He ruffles the knots, laughs
And that hot love continues to spread.
I count each strand of my hair
To account to krishna
Of my love and care.
He tugs at my braid
But stares mesmerised
At another’s gait.
My hair locks in dreads
He ruffles the knots, laughs
And that hot love continues to spread.