66. ||DRESS||

Cross-dressing

Was a celebrated custom in our days.

How the Kaliyug has turned it into an insult.

"Wear bangles and sit at home."

You were such

A darling

To turn it into a praise.

You wore my silk garments

Sported my nose ring

And let the milkmaids braid your hair

Which I embellished with wild flowers.

Oh the maiden you looked, Krishna!

You bewitched me every time.

We are one

We are RadhaKrishna

How you claimed to be Radha

In your fine regalia and mischievous smiles!

I would only gaze at your mischief.

My longing

My pining

My yearning

My love

Is transcendental, Krishna.

It is sublime

Traversing through the stars

Filling every atom of my body

With beads of love

You are my heart, Krishna.

You can be me

Wear my clothes and have a feminine gait

But you cannot fathom my anguish.

For my heart

Is mine alone.