Guest guest Report post Posted April 1, 2004 Having drawn her in with sweets You make her drink bitter wine Intoxicating her with Your love You left her behind in Vrindavan And she died pining for you Unable to eat or sleep, she waited For your promised return. Your friend, your lover. Now she passes from birth to birth Tears streaming from the eyes You give her life in a faraway land Where your Name is not spoken You give her wealth and a home And a dead heart Eighteen years she walked in exile Till she crossed paths with a bhakta Mistaking him for You, she followed him To the temple. You caught her eye, Smiling at her with those lips Daring her to kiss them once more. Oh Shyam, Now she cries more than ever With You so close, yet still so far away. She begs for more and more Krishna prema She begs to be drowned in Krishna prema People call her a convert or confused I tell them she's a slave Who goes wherever Hari wills. ~Vanamali Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest guest Report post Posted April 1, 2004 Very nice, prabhu. Thank you. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest guest Report post Posted April 2, 2004 What is this poem about? Radha? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
vanamali 1 Report post Posted April 2, 2004 It's not good to explain a poem, I think. Anyway, I will do so briefly. It has to do with my own relationship with Lord Krishna. I am feeling strongly the pain of separation from Him right now, and He has been playing some naughty tricks on me lately. It does sound like it could be about Radha or another gopi. I am not trying to put myself on a par with the gopis who are the foremost devotees. But anyway, the God has made me fall in love with Him, and then left me, and in my madness I can do or say anything. Please don't mind. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
