Pardonable folly

That night the stars descended low,
unusually low; at least appeared so.
Searching for the moonthey dared a detour,
a few merged with Radha's tears,
other mixed with Gopis' laughter.
The moon refused to ascend high,
listlessly held by the pull of Raas Lila.
The stars came low,lower than they aught to have;
the romance,the ambiance of Vrindavan,optimum for a slip!