Tuesday, 27 February 2018

Radha's Confession



Radha ‘s confession.
O my Lord,
With you is my soul,
You are my goal,
You  are in my bosom,
I left my bosom in your kingdom.

I move like a corpse,
From one place to other,
measuring the time and the span,
counting my fingers and clasping your picture in my arms,
I seek your foot prints in my rhyme,
My pulse says I am thine.

You play holi with  your admirers,
 spray the water colors to your followers,
I adore your game,
Addicted to your musical frame,
Intoxicating is the spring wind,
Fascinating is spring when cuckoo sings,
Holi comes in season’s best,
I am devoted to you till I rest.

To be with you I crossed miles,
To be with you I ignored sarcastic lines,
You touched me with colors,
I am forever yours.



7 comments:

  1. Melts the soul!! Leaves one breathless in anticipation of two joined as one.


    your poetry charms the soul

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  2. Thanks Martina Herrick (mom). You accepted my request to encourage her poems. This blog is created with my request. I was giving my honest comments from the beginning, never stopped or paused. Now when it remain without comment in my absence I feel bad requested you (mom) to read n comment. Mom never stop giving your precious words. Her works are fabulous.

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  3. Instead of thanking me, will you continue writing respected poetess. Reader binding is essential for a writer.

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  4. Instead of thanking me, will you continue writing respected poetess. Reader binding is essential for a writer.

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  5. Instead of thanking me, will you continue writing respected poetess. Reader binding is essential for a writer.

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