Love: The Game Of Love (Radha-30) Poem by Subrat Pradhan

Since long
I have not met you
Something might have happened
Otherwise
Have could you be within you
And I inside me.

Bye the bye
Do you know
I was forgetting
All whatever I was to tell you.
I was identifying
Flower as leaf
and leaf as flower then
Ridiculously perhaps
I attained an early old age
Did Rahu(evil deity) webbed the way my fate?

I could not recognise Radha
I could not recognise friends
And you got frightened
Thinking all these to be
The game of incarnation
And when you did not talk to me..
I was feeling happy
To call and to think friends as Radha
And Radha as friend.

All were attracting me
With their love
I was becoming weaker
Day by day
As the crescent moon
I was attaining the art of love
With its thousand types
Within everybody
Without their knowledge
To make one Krishna
And the other Radha.....