The bards and minstrels

Sing vivifying descriptions

Of my fortitude

And depression

When you left for Mathura.

I don't blame them.

Of course we are one

We are

RadhaKrishna

But

Being mortal

Has its own facets.

Needless to say

That was one.

In the midst of all the sulking

Wet pillows and yearning

A whisper of your name

Would bring me

Unending

Absolute

Ecstasy.

It has that power

That charm

That allure

That makes you dance a little

Sing a little

Smile a little

Thereby, live a lot more.

This

Is what you do, Krishna

To millions around the globe.

You give them a life

And hold them in your arms

From the clutches of a demon

Named mortality.