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There was a certain way you whispered

'Radha'

In my ears

That took my breath away, Krishna.

It would make me numb

Leave me in a daze

Keep me in a trance

Ecstasy;

Was that what if feels like?

I chuckle

Who knows, maybe

I invented ecstasy?

I recall

A day before Mathura happened

We sat under the bower

On a certain gentle night

You had

Played a sweet melody

And laid your head on my lap.

"Dhara"

You had said.

I remember giggling.

"That's not my name" I say.

"It is who you are" you say, with a quiet, Krishna smile.

"You are like the flow of a serene waterfall

Unending

Eternal

Infinite;

Your name shall resonate

In every nook of Vrindavana

Age after age.

A woman of your poise

Shall never be forgotten."

The universe's magic

Or your usual pastime,

I know not

But my name remains in Vrindavana still.

In greetings, in temples, in hearts

I am housed still.

Perhaps they

Do not care about those big books at all.

I have continued living

Because of those who do not care,

Krishna.

I throw my head back and laugh maniacally.