As Radha is sulking.
So is Krishna.
Indeed, all of Gokul then sulks.
The flowers and creepers of Vrindavan sulk.
And with them, the weeds and bushes follow suit.
How long will this last?
With no one around to mediate,
can His divine reed play some magic
to lift the heaviness and enliven the soul?
Conceived from an old MARATHI song, duly modified.