More often than not
My agonies have been caused
By calling you mine.
Oh, don't get me wrong, Krishna
I so love you with every atom in my body.
But calling you just mine
Has brought me pain.
How very petty of me?
You are the world's
You are your Ashtabharya's
You are your devotees'
You are your beloveds'
You are the universe's
For the one who sustains the very universe
Around His little finger
How can He be just mine?
This thought
Emanating from my expectations
Of you belonging just to me
Gives me pangs of pain.
Why just you?
Why can't the boy
I saw at your temple
Gleefully pick out flowers for your lotus feet
Have all those duties to perform?
Why are you such a busy God?
But I can't stop smiling
At a thing or two you've taught me
About regaining sanity.
So what if you can't be
just mine?
I am and will forever be
Just yours.
I am yours.
Yours alone.
Oh Krishna,
I have never known this peace
That I just felt
Uttering those words.
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Radha's Krishna
PoetryRadhaRamana, The Beloved of Radha he is. He is everything, in everyone. He is sung, he is loved, he lives. But Radha? ______ Narrated in the voice of one of Hindu mythology's most powerful characters, Radha's Krishna is a collection of poems, an o...
