Someday
I will rise.
Rise like the beautiful sun
On a Sunday dawn
That so many nature enthusiasts
Yearn to gaze at
I'll diffuse my effulgent and inviting rays
To all the humanity around.
I will rise
From this grief
Like a caterpillar tires its limbs
From constructing
A safe and warm cocoon for itself
Only to blossom and spread my vivid wings
And fly away.
I will rise.
Optimism does wonders, after all.
I will rise,
Be your eternal heartthrob again
Dress the way I did
Dance the way I did
Sing the way I did
Love you the way I still do.
I will
Make your jaw drop again
Like I did
Every
Single
Day,
Krishna.
But tonight
I just don't care
About my dishevelled hair
And lovelorn face.
I will rise someday, Krishna
But today
Just today
I need your arms.
Even Goddesses need homes.
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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...
