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Love

Is it over?
Have you left?
Won't you ever come again?

Radha kept asking such questions
To yamuna, to kadamb, to gopi,
To gwaals, to yashoda, to murli,
To all and all
To herself . . .
Until she knew one day
Krishna was herself
Nobody has gone anywhere
And at last,
Love is not an illusion.


Comments

Vibhu VS said…
Good to see you back Laadli
April 5, 2018 at 4:46 AM
Kapil Sharma said…
Wow Ojasi, i am amazed again
April 5, 2018 at 6:08 AM
@ngel ~ said…
thank you both. This encouragement keeps me alive.
June 25, 2018 at 10:11 PM
Swati said…
Love to see you here :)
December 11, 2018 at 7:00 AM
@ngel ~ said…
thanks a lot swati
December 11, 2018 at 9:27 AM
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