Love: The Path (Radha-36) - Poem by Subrat Pradhan
Love: The Path (Radha-36)
Why are you asking?
is this Ashok tree standing
With a begging pot on this path
Or why is the Kadamba tree looking
At its face on the blue water
Of Yamuna river?
Has Yamuna not been staring at them?
Why at all, all of them are
So eager, so excited?
They had gone on this path
Andd had not returned yet
They have not revealed them
Their identities still.
The trees, Yamuna river
Had only heard of them
Their daily doings, frolicsome plays
Their bathing, their water sports
They have been mesmerized
With their humming songs
They have been carried away
With their overjoying dreams
Overwhelmed with their untold grief
Overgriefed with their waiting
They have been impatient
With their inability to read
The symbols on the sands left behind.
And they have stood speechless, still
Staring back, having seen them all nude.
Why do you ask
When you know everything?
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