I feel so angry at myself.
For being this way
And not being able to help it.
My heart pounds
My body shakes
I forget all peace.
How devastating is this, Krishna?
This feeling of breaking
Like cornflakes in someone's mouth
Crackling with crisp sounds
Krishna, Krishna, Krishna.
Come down here
from your ocean of Milk, someday
This time, no reincarnations,
In your true form
And caress my forehead to put me to sleep.
Make my very anxiety
Anxious.
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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...
