Theme: Attachment

I Get A Chill

Sitting in quietude
on the bank of the stream

that gurgles past our home,

I get an excruciating chill

when a strange thought rocks me:

a Brindavan without Radha and Krishna

Unseen, the Kadamb flowers to wither,

an ocean of Yashoda’s love to dry up,

tons of milk and curd to turn sour,

soft yearning hearts of cow-maids turn to stone


In great fear I get a strange vision-

a sky without a sun, a moon and stars,

a Yamuna without  the ripples of love,

meadows without green grass and cattle


A canvas without a painter and his brush,

a sky without birds, clouds and rainbows,

sleep and slumber free of fantasies and dreams –

without love and romance a life-long death


Thoughts such as these I get scared of,

I beseech Radha and Krishna in embrace to show up!!


More By  : Dr. Kumarendra Mallick

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Thank you, Nathmal ji. Yes, Radha-Krishna form the source of all love and joys in this creation.

Kumarendra Mallick
30-Sep-2013 08:30 AM

Comment Good imagination of Brindavan.I think,You would have born in the Vrij in your previous birth.How nice you portrait emotions in words on your thought canvas ! A lot of thanks for cohesion of lord Krishna,Radha and Brindavan.You seem to me a true lover of Radhe-Krishna.Thank you Mallick Ji.

Nathmal Sharma
29-Sep-2013 12:56 PM

Comment Thank you, Rupradha. Brindaban shall be without beauty (Rup) and without Radha! Unimaginable!! Good that you liked the verse.

Kumarendra Mallick
10-Apr-2012 08:25 AM

Comment lovely!!

09-Apr-2012 23:22 PM

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