And then there were times
When you would tease me until I was reduced to big tears.
Those stupid Gopis
Would still be enchanted
By your pastimes
They would embrace you
Adorn you with garlands
And call me jealous.
I am not jealous, Krishna.
I never was.
Why would you smile at them?
Their giggles, their captivating tongues?
I can bewitch you too.
I always have.
Back then I would sit
With puffed, narrowed eyes
And crossed arms.
You would sing me a song
Tickle me
Say my name with that enchanting voice of yours
And I would not melt.
Call me a difficult woman,
An iron lady.
For who has stayed staunch
Hearing your voice?
Seeing your lotus visage?
Haven't they all melted
Like ice in a desert?
Oh, Krishna.
What would I not give away
To have those moments back.
Those Gopis.
The teasing.
The tears.
The tickles.
Your mollifications.
You.
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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...
