Subrat Pradhan


Love: Full Submission (Radha-18) - Poem by Subrat Pradhan

The day
You had guided me
To the temple yard
And had put your hands on my hands
You had told-
I surrendered
This life, sin, virtue, all on your hands
All of my feminity
The properties of my body
The wrongs of my mind
All webbed and were offered to you
Tell me
Will I borne all these
to the next birth
Won't I get you again in this life?

How can I make understand
The never to understand beloved one
That
What is there in a flower
What is there in a female genital
In flowering or in not flowering
All these are the intricate games of our minds
If we wish we Indras
Wish is dangerous for the poor
Whoever has climbed
The ladders to the throne of Indra
Who can dethrone him
From the ego of Indra(the king of deities)


Poet's Notes about The Poem

In the game of love

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 13, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 28, 2012


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