|| Did Radha Forget, or Does Krishna Delay? ||
By the river I sat, my thoughts running wild, A heart too restless, too tender, too styled. “Why am I extra?” I whispered in pain, With feelings too heavy for mortals to contain. So extra, I cannot shove love down my throat, A ship overloaded, yet forced still to float. Tell me, O Radha, you goddess of flame, Did you once wander through sorrows the same? Was your love also more loss than delight, A battle of longing by day and by night? Did your heart shatter, trampled and torn, By footsteps of many who left you forlorn? And yet, through your tale, my hope still survives, Your faith in Krishna keeps lighting my skies. But tell me, dear Rani, did you forget me? Or send me the broken, and leave me to be? For if a soul waits, my other, my part, Where is he hiding, that thief of my heart? Does he not search for me, lost in the crowd, Does he not cry my name softly, aloud? How is he sane, when the moonlight does glow, Not aching to wonder where his Beloved goes? If he is my Krishna, t...
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