Krishna's Final Journey
by Nuggehalli Pankaja
(Bangalore, India)
Beckoned by Heaven
After my sojourn
As Krishna on earth,
I stopped still. . . . . midway
Powerless to cross the place…….
Shade of mortal coil
Remaining,
Paused I by GOKUL-MY GOKUL,
Memories of childhood
Uncoiling……………
Ever and anon.
Alas, no longer
The joyous natural atmosphere!
Festive ambiance replaced
By pall of gloom unfolding
Over TIME melting
Like dewdrops of yestermorn.
No longer
The tinkling sound of bangles;
No longer
The tingling laughter
Of my Gopis-Radhas each-
Mingling with
Jingling cow-bells,
Prancing calves-songs of cow-boys,
Birds listless, nests unmade,,
Boughs lifeless
With budlets drooping-
Breaking loose
Even at dawn
Shadowed by dusk………..
And no longer
The melodic sound of churning butter
Haunting
Even in Madhura-Dwaraka………….
Drop-scene tragic
To my childhood delightful. . . . . .
Unable to cross over,
I linger…………..when
Sublime caressing
Of Radha,my spirit-friend,
Freed me from last vestige
Of TERRESTRIAL MAYA!
One in soul,borne by couds,
To where Devas,Rishis
Awaited me………………