They tell me

You have made us

Lose faith in love.

For if you loved him so much

Why did he leave you?

I can only smile,

Krishna.

Oh, how do I tell them?

That Radhika

Can never

Ever

Ever

Lose Krishna.

You are worshipped

They call you

The Supreme Lord.

They say

You are capable of the incapable.

And that you

Always win.

You might have won your Kurukshetra, Krishna.

But you lost to me.

For even though I 'lost' you,

I never lost you.

For we are still

Worshipped

Hummed

Idolised

Sang

As one.

Radha and Krishna

United, how simply

As RadhaKrishna.

The Pandavas, mighty and bold

The vivacious Dwarka

None could take you

Away from me.

You are still here.

Stealing my butter

And playing your flute.

Tell them

That.