I don't hate your wives.
Neither am I jealous.
They're me
I'm them
We love you, Krishna.
It makes us all Radha.
It makes us all Ashtabharya.
But, Krishna
I am forever indebted to Rukmini
For giving you that apt a name
'The most beauteous in all universe'
The very utter of the syllables bring
Such unexplainable bliss
There is a mysterious ecstasy in your honeyed names, Krishna
That hasn't been tapped by any branch of science.
The hair on my body stands
My eyes close in unending bliss
My body perspires emanating fragrance of a thousand roses
My palms join in obeisance.
There are days I gaze at you in awe, Krishna
These days are probably the best.
It is not everyday they come up with a name
As beautiful as
Bhuvanasundara.