I Am Your Meera Poem by NEHA RAUTELA

With hurted hands
She plays the strings
To make her tune strum
The strings of your heart
Searching for love,
wherever she thus went
people called her shameless
even when they were the one
who shamelessly, followed her
but when the moment came
and she knew about you….
Her eyes shied away
As you clutched her finger!
Now,
She dances holding your hand
Eternally and in her soul,
Her lips quiver while making a frenzied sound
They say, you
Her owner, her husband
Is just an idol carved in stone
But who knows, oh! Kanha
That only you reside in her skin and her bone
No hunger for water or for food,
Scattered like the haze she was
She begs you to take her to your world
Oh! kanha you threaded her like the lustrous pearl
Kanha…..
The blue skinned one
Kanha
The magical ‘bansuri' someone
Kanha
the giver of my life
just come to me
or take my life
She wants not Rukmini's place
She wants not the gold and diamonds
She wants not you to dance
Like you danced with the blessed Gopies
all she does is fall into your feet in a trance
All she wants is you to leave your snake seat
For a while
Her tears, my lord
They are not of mere brine
Yes,
They are of blood
She bleeds..
She bleeds you love....