Couldn't find it.
I searched all afternoon
Days after days
For that one saree
Which had both yellow and blue.
The old men
With fat bellies
Who sit in the shops
Rigorously calculating their sales
Smiled and said
Yellow and blue don't make a contrast.
And that is not even a fashion statement
If I want to make one.
That is so not true, Krishna.
None of the other bright colours
Pink, purple, red, green
They showed me
Neatly draped over a plastic dummy
Could entice me.
Blue and Yellow,
I'd settle for nothing less.
You were right when you said
I am stubborn, Krishna.
Maybe you could weave me one
What is it that you cannot do?
Yes I know
We are one.
We are RadhaKrishna.
But then
Who does not need a little fun?
Some rules to be broken, some games to be played?
And, thus
I would then
Sit for hours in its embrace
Hold the little flute you left me
Pretending
I'm you.
Maybe those girls
Who miss you still
would buy it.
Won't they?
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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...
