Friday, July 14, 2023

The dust ...

O! Krishna! 

Once upon a time 

I thought I was a hurricane. 

Sweeping the face of earth, 

Swapping things about, 

I felt so proud, so powerful! 

But when the wind was gone, 

I came to see that I was but the dust, 

Shed down, settling on chance things. 

Just a dust .. that was me. 

But you received me into your hand 

And by your own fingers 

Placed me on your cheeks; 

In what ethereal colours I began to shine ! 

Me, the dust, on thine cheeks! 

When Radha kissed you on the other cheek, 

In the blush, on my side of Thine cheek 

I reached eternal life! 

Me, the falling dust, 

Fondly placed by Thee, 

On Thy cheek. 

Srirangam Mohanarangan 

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