It is the dark half of the lunar month
a silver gloaming illumes hills of marble
and the amber afterglow of thunder and lightning
There’s magic in the veena
singing of an ageless cosmic romance
Krishna and Radha
and the delirious freedom of the night world
her head filled with the redolence of coriander blossoms
jasmine and sandalwood
In the mango grove branches groan and creak
Distant sea-waves swept by north winds
reach the stars
Sobs from Earth’s heart
About the AuthorAhila Sambamoorthy had this to say about Evening Raga: "The poem is basically a tone-poem on Krishna and Radha and their little rendezvous at twilight."
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