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………………