《Radha's Krishna》||Epilogue||
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Radhika;
I have loved you and your Lord forever,
I have given myself in my poems at your lotus feet
I have held your hand
And tried to caress you.
Every syllable of this book I have imagined from your lotus lips
Here is one such bunch of syllables
From mine.
_____
My dearest Radhika
How could you?
I look at you
And I look at strength;
Unimaginable, unfathomable
Fortitude that cannot humanly be possessed
You proved the world wrong by possessing so.
Sweet Radha,
How did you?
You are the epitome of selflessness
Sacrifices, I've seen a lot of them
But you of all, sacrificed something that is
So incredibly hard to even have.
Love.
The light of your life
Sri Krishna
You selflessly gave way
For him to flourish
Even if it meant tarnishing your sweet name
Forever.
I bow down to you, o beloved of Hari
my obeisances to you, o queen of milkmaids
There cannot be a second Radha, ever
But if one even could be
A toenail of your entirety
Shall he, be liberated.
________________
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Kumkumakta-kancanabja-garva-hari-gaurabha
Pitanancitabja-gandha-kirti-nindi-saurabha
Ballavesha-sunu-sarva-vancitartha-sadhika
Mahyam-atma-pada-padma-dasya-dastu-Radhika
Her splendorous golden complexion steals the pride of a golden lotus flower anointed with a tinge of red kumkum paste. Her sweet fragrance mocks the fame of the aroma of a lotus flower sprinkled with saffron powder. She is fully qualified to fulfil all the desires of the son of the king of cowherd men. May Sri Radhika bestow upon me the service of Her own lotus feet.
Until we meet again,
S.
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