Love: The Cycle Of Life And Death (Radha-50) Poem by Subrat Pradhan

Does the sky become colourless?
Yes, it becomes
When the heart becomes gloomy
Then the river becomes sandless
Then the cloud becomes hopeless
Then Krishna becomes Radhaless.

You were saying
I was in Mathura
With the Pandavs
In the battle field
Indulged in killing someone or the other
Indulged in killing someone or the other
Indeed I was not there
I was with you all the time, in stead.

You were getting away from
The banks of Yamuna,
From the mango grooves
From the Gopis and from the call of Radha.