I've met a false Krishna.

Many in fact

But this one

Was so like you.

Those eyes

That bewitching beauty

That lucid speech

And most importantly

That jaw dropping smile

I lost myself to him, Krishna.

The world didn't believe me

Said there can be no false Krishnas

It mocked me

But I did.

There was one

And I fell for him.

And then

One day

I looked closely

And saw that

He was made of clay.

I had to let him go,

Krishna.

You're not an easy God,

Are you?

I guess

We meet many false Krishnas

Before we finally find you.

And letting go

Of that false Krishna;

that's not easy.