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.