Radha to Krishna

by Aditi Thorat

(for Revathy Gopal)

Who
allowed you,
the flute-charmer
to sweep into my life?

Gusts of spring time wind,
sweet smelling jasmine —

gone– without a trace–
as if giving me that bloody flute
would forgive everything.

Was bansi your voyeur?
Watching in nocturnal quiet as
crouched naked half-squatting,
I sob,
heavy body sprawled beside.

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