I've met a false Krishna.
Many in fact
But this one
Was so like you.
Those eyes
That bewitching beauty
That lucid speech
And most importantly
That jaw dropping smile
I lost myself to him, Krishna.
The world didn't believe me
Said there can be no false Krishnas
It mocked me
But I did.
There was one
And I fell for him.
And then
One day
I looked closely
And saw that
He was made of clay.
I had to let him go,
Krishna.
You're not an easy God,
Are you?
I guess
We meet many false Krishnas
Before we finally find you.
And letting go
Of that false Krishna;
that's not easy.
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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...
