Krishna

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Krishna

A Sonnet

Amar Chitra Katha — Mira

Through folds of wakened slumber 
Slipped past a symbol of transcendent wonder.
A token divine from my Beloved afar
My redeeming ray from that distant star.

Krishna, my Beloved, came to me
Why wrapped in common garb is a mystery.
I clutched and held Him close
Mirrored by gesture Meera’s pose.

My heart hardened by His long absence
Aches anew and this quandary commence.
“What hast Thou, O Krishna, made of me?
Thou art here and yet my sight can’t see?!

My ears are deaf and my lips too mute!”
And Krishna said, “Hush, from now thou art my lute”